Earlier I this week I caved and paid for Slate Plus in order to listen to the Mallory Dear Prudence podcast, and it is totally worth it. (In case anyone wants to be sure they get their Mallory fix in.)
Having a hotel room just for myself still feels like the most decedent thing in the world. Other things I did for the first time on the company dime: order top shelf liquor.
I am baffled by all the stories about sharing rooms on business trips. My company throws money around like no one's business on trips. I've almost gotten used to having a room with two beds just for myself (I think a business trip I ever didn't share a hotel room). And then last time I was randomly upgraded to a suite. It was at least three times larger than my apartment. It had a private balcony. It was bananas.
Yes! That letter made me so angry. If they couldn't even handle three months at that internship they are in for such a shock when they get a job for real and have to stick it out for real at a job where not everything is going to go exactly your way.
Yes! That person is way wrong. Internships are for learning. Even if the thing you learn is that you don't want to work at that company/industry, suck it up for three months! That person is in for a rude surprise when they get a job for real and discover that jobs suck! Even the good ones. That is why it is called work and they pay you for it.
Yes! Orange vanilla tastes like sherbet.
Belated, but you are in for such a treat.
I'm breakdownhat on instagram.
Thanks so much for this. I'm so far removed from the situation that my social media statuses would be a useless echo. But sometimes I selfishly worry about what people think when I'm the only person not incessantly posting about the tragedy.
I have probably read your friend's fic.
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