Have I really made it to Friday? I can't believe it, really. This week went by so fast I barely had time to ingest it all. Today I got a random text from Angie about how I was doing and I didn't know how to answer because I don't really know.
Angie and I have been talking very infrequently these days and I am starting to feel like this friendship is headed to the tomb of "people I use to know". I didn't want it to end this way but i am sensing it. I have trouble keeping in contact with people. It's because I don't like feeling like a bother (and I am sorta lazy) . I would rather have someone call my phone than for me to call and interrupt them. I did this once. I called Marie when she was having lunch with her friends, and she sounded so disinterested in talking to me that the feeling of her being bored with me on the phone still stings today. There was this horrible moment where she answered the phone and was like "hey, what do you want I am out with my friends". Yeah. It sucked.
I am trying though. With Angie I enjoyed our friendship so much I made an effort to keep in touch with her when she moved to Washington DC. I even plan (planned) on visiting her in September. I send her emails every once in a while to say 'hey' along with texts just to see how she is, but for some reason she does not respond to any of these. I get an occasional text message (never with a follow through response) which mostly involve her asking me about how New York is. Why don't you just ask me about the weather and get it over with?
Today she text(ed) me and asked her usual question 'how are you'. I didn't really know how to answer. For the most part I feel okay. I mean my internship sucks balls (yesterday The Nazi told me and Bethany to shut up because we were distracting her.), the job is going okay but all these new faces are overwhelming me, and New York is doing okay too except I haven't been to the city since I got off the train in Penn Station. So I sent back a text saying "I'm doing great, how about you?" She never replied.
I think The Editor is certifiable. Everyone is right, I am gathering up a handful of material on this nutbag. Bethany and I are like two abused children who react to the lash before the strike hits us. I have been there four times already, and the insanity of this lady is laughable. Bethany gets to deal her craziness much more than I do, but because I am so close to her desk I feel the pain by proxy.
Case in point, we were told to shut up yesterday because The Editor decided she wanted to read over some cover copies in the office me, Bethany and The Associate editor use. Remember The Editor has her OWN office, an office she can sit in for all her editing needs. But no, she wanted to sit in there with us because she is fucking nuts. Bethany and I were reading manuscripts when Bethany said she found a really good one out of the pile of crap. I, at the same time was reading a really good manuscript (which The Editor later rejected). We made quick comments back and forth regarding our stories(which we never EVER do in the office) when The Editor went all bitch crazy.
"Can you two like not do that right now. I am trying to edit something!". The tone was sharp and very rude, I thought she was going to throw something. Bethany shrunk in her seat and apologized, I gave The Editor the stank eye before remembering my position. Sometimes when the editor is yelling at Bethany I curse her out quietly in my mind. It usually goes something like "I wish she would talk to me like that. I would walk the f*ck out of this office with my book bag and apple juice and if she dares says something, I tearing this place up"
I would never say or do this in real life, but for some reason I feel like being an unpaid employee gives me the ability to drop this internship the moment I get verbally assaulted. I may not come up with something brilliant to say to the editor as I make my grand old exit out of her office (with apple juice in tow) with dignity and pride but I would leave with some final word parting words.
I love Curb Your Enthusiasm, and every time I imagine what the event will be that will make me finally end the internship with the lady, I always envision it starting small and ending very Larry David like. The Editor will blow up at me because something wasn't stapled the right way, or Bethany and I said one word to one another. I will have decided that traveling 2 hours back and forth to the unpaid internship is not worth it and being yelled doesn't make it any better. I will then (after she has said something off the wall) cock my head towards her, give her my very best stank face and reply very Larry David like: Are you fucking nuts, before grabbing my stuff and heading out the door.
I guess I can dream, can't I.
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