Wednesday, Apr. 02, 2003 @ 10:21 pm
I got the internship.
I was so excited I called Mom and nearly hyperventilated over the phone, jumping up and down in my kitchen. Her respose: "Oh that's great honey, but are you sure that you really want this? Why DO you want to do this? Where is it again?"
I hear some commotion in the background.
She changes the subject: "Oh there's a parcel here from Quebec for you." Thankfully my passport had a safe journey to the Czech consulate.
Then I get passed off to my sister. "Congratulations," she says, "Now Dad is yelling at me how I never get jobs, how I need to move out and how I'm such a sloth."
All I wanted was someone to share my happy excitement.