So I’m doing an internship this summer. I’ve been there about a month and a half. I’m in my mid-thirties so I’m already a wee bit older than most of the shlubs they get for free labor. It’s ok – I’m used to it and suck it up as I get bossed around by someone about ten years my junior. Whatever.
Well, whaddya know. About 3 weeks into my slave labor, I’m told that the boss’ daughter is going to be interning as well. Great. This basically just bugged the fucking shit out of me because since I’m older than dirt, I am trying to get my foot, ankle or toe in the door for when I graduate in six months. I thought I was going to be vying for a position against her.
Well, not really because she’s in high school. Oh. Ok. Plus, she manages to come to work about six hours a week so my 25+ hours a week don’t really compare.
So why am I complaining over six lousy hours? Because it gets to me, I’ll tell ya! I’m only human (I think). I work my fucking ASS off, drive two hours to get to the fucking place to begin with (and get home, obviously), all for 3 lousy credits at the end of the summer – POSSIBLY a recommendation; I am seriously doubting there’s any long-term potential – and she not only gets paid but people are positively wetting themselves over her “unbelievable” talents.
I spent 8 hours editing a document (100 pages). I got some thanks, a kudo, and a pat. She, on the other hand, has been praised non-stop about how great she was at editing (we edited the same document), how you “either have the talent or you don’t” and she “has it” how un-mother-fucking-believable she is and how her reputation is really getting around the company.
The Head Brown Nosesr is immediately under her father and actually does drive-bys about five times a day hoping to secure an opportunity to drool over her. When she’s not around he grunts in my direction. Mostly he just acts like he was looking for some dust on the wall.
I have no beef with her. I am just tired and cranky and jealous that I am working so hard and yet I remain virtually invisible. Plus, even though I’m so much older it, I can be quite immature and it just hurts my feelings when I hear everyone raving about her while I sit there like an old hamburger that fell on the ground with imbedded pebbles and dog hair.