December 4, 2008
I am no longer an Intern.
Thank god.
I mean, my time as an intern was a nice time as an intern. I really have no complaints. It’s just that it was the one thing that threw me over the top on stress. It amounted to a second job, and if anything, I learned I am not a person who can easily handle holding down two jobs. It was so stressful.
But now it’s over! Overall, it was a really, really positive experience. I learned quite a bit, and I got experience that I can wave in employers faces (and I will. Ooooooh yes, I will.) but mostly, what I got was a supreme shot of confidence.
There was always this kind of… odd feeling that “sure, I can do this, but I can’t do anything real” or whatever. A feeling that my skills, though seemingly applicable to actually jobs, weren’t. That there was something they needed to be pushed up into the “real” category. I can now easily state that that isn’t the case at all. Everything I did I already knew how to do, and I did a damn good job of it. DAMN good. I am a GREAT working, and an asset, and I deserve to be hired and I will do a good job. I have no doubt in my mind that I am qualified. Was it silly of me to be doubting it before? Probably. But I’m glad that it’s behind me anyway.
One more paper, some finals, and then one more semester. I can do this shit, and then I will get a good job, a good therapist, and be a happy, happy person. Yes.