It’s been a while since my last entry. I’ve been very busy over the summer, and I haven’t had a chance to sit down and gather any kind of thoughts. Well, that and my summer wasn’t all that interesting, save a couple of exceptions.
First, there was the weekend in Middletown / Bloomingburg, wherein Joe eats an entire Domino’s pizza with pineapple, sausage and mushrooms within 4.5 hour period (for those wanting to be specific, I finished the pizza before the end of disc 3 of the LOTR extended version trilogy DVD.) In that same weekend, I played shorthanded softball, gave embarrasing clues and guesses in a game of Taboo, and lost a dollar playing in a 3-person No-Limit Texas Hold’em tournament while watching Sealab 2021 season 1. Good times, good times.
Then there was yesterday. Oh boy.
Yesterday was obviously Friday, and it would be the last Friday all of my department would be working while I was there (I leave next Saturday for Binghamton.) So, we go to Applebee’s for lunch. I graduated from the Chicken Finger basket (which in itself is one step up from a Happy Meal) and got the Chicken Fajita rollup. Instead of going back to work, we stop at a gentlemen’s club which happens to be 2 buildings away or so. Now, my boss tells one of the lovely young women working there that I am 27 (or 28) -years-old, in the army and going to Iraq next week, and divorced. That catch is, he didn’t tell me he was going to say this, so after 5 minutes of talking to the topless girl, I finally get wind of what he’s doing and am forced to play along with it. We stay there for about 90 minutes, and after 3 lap dances, Joe leaves a happy man.
We all return to work and everything seems kosher. I even help one of the bosses with a printer problem despite smelling like bush (the body part, not the president.)
After that is happy hour. As if I didn’t drink enough today already…
During happy hour, me and a co-worker (one who was with me at lunch) describe our deception, but instead of using the word “stripper”, I was inspired to substitute in “Applebee’s waitress.” So we effectively told our funny story in a tasteful way, albeit we had to “creatively edit” the story to do so.
While this internship has given me plenty of real world experience in the workplace, I think I’m coming out of it learning all the wrong things. Haha.
So, reflecting back on the summer, I realized what getting a job really means, and thanks to a tropical storm, I realized who my real friends are. Summer may have been good, but school is where my friends are, and I can’t wait to get started.