Good News

Hey guys.  Sorry I haven't written to you in a while, but I have actually been busy.  I got a job!  Well, it's more of an internship really.  But at least I'm getting paid something.  My mom was really getting on my case, as I indicated in my last post.  And the whole escort thing never really got off the ground.  It was one of those things that are fun to think about, but wouldn't work out nearly as well in reality as they do in my fantasy life.  Anyway, my mom called up her friend Stephanie, whom she has known forever, and Stephanie told her that she needed an intern to help her out in her capacity as an insurance industry representative.  See, the insurance companies are lobbying extra hard to maintain their grip on the American healthcare system, and what with the new bill being debated in Congress currently, there is no shortage of work.  (Don't worry; this blog will not turn topical).  So, I have a paid internship at least through the Fall, to be terminated once these sharks devour and kill the impulse to reform.  (I hate performing menial clerical tasks for these reactionaries, but, hey, a girl's got to make a living).

So, the job is okay.  Unfortunately, I don't directly answer to Stephanie.  She just helped me get the job, but she's too high up to be bothered with micromanaging mindless office duties.  My immediate boss is this guy named Trevor.  He's a real asshole.  Thinks he's doing God's work here slaving away to make the Gala Corp. lobbying machine function more efficiently.  Plus he leers at me constantly.  I mean, I don't mind a little attention, but I would rather put up with Pumba's shit than this.  He's probably twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and he still wears a fake tan and gels his hair up like a schmuck.  He's one of those guys whose idea of flirting is making sexist comments and innuendoes that aren't even witty, and then play-acting like he's hurt when I shut him down.  The thing is, I'm brand new here, so I feel as though I should tread lightly, but if he doesn't cool it I will have to talk to Stephanie about it.

Other than Trevor and Stephanie, I really haven't had the chance to meet any of the people here.  I was hoping there might be an interesting crowd, but, let's face it, we're a small department in a multinational corporation.  I don't think that interesting people exist here, or if they do, they don't expose the interesting aspects of their personalities at work.  This is a place where verve and vim come to immolate themselves.  Even the place's physical surroundings reflect the death of personality: an office park, surrounded by pavement, somewhere in outer suburbia.  

Okay, so maybe I'm being a little bitter.  On the plus-side, I get to car-pool with Stephanie since she only lives a couple blocks away from me.  I really enjoy her company on the commute.  It's odd, because I've known her for so long as my mom's friend, but I really think that now we are getting to know each other on our own terms, unmediated.  It makes me optimistic about the possibility of meeting somebody at Gala Corp. who isn't a tool.  Moreover, she demonstrates that it is possible to work in such a cretinous environment without losing your mind or your soul.  So on that note, I begin my journey into the rabbit hole of the corporate world.