It feels good once again to be able to sleep till almost 8am. Yup i do have to work today, but was simply too pig-ed out to gather enough conscious to bring myself up from the bed.
Internship is coming to an end, or so it seems on the deceiving calender, where one year is just a page length away. There is no rest for the wicked. This is my third day consecutive rushing figures out from database, without having clue at all about the task at hand. I have no idea what is the implication, neither do i know the meaning of the numbers i derive.
Everything is good in this company. I have endless flow of milo (peng / hot), coffee, mocha, teh terik - unless the machine is out of drinks that day, which in that case i can still go other floors to help myself. I have my own cube, my own line, my own lappie (fat bitch compared to my darling at home). I have little to complain, except that i have been doing mindless tasks all these while. I expect myself to learn, even if the stuff are too chim for me to understand, i would at least expect someone to shine some lights on these tactics and what not.But no. No one explains (sorry, generalizaiton, at least one lady explain in a very touching manner that i actually for that once understand what am i doing and the analysis of the report). Before people shoots me down for lack of initiative on my part, let me clarify. I took hell lots of initiatives. I am the first one among the interns to come up with the guide to jobs for the future batch of interns. I asked for permission to sit in in the weekly meeting, only to meet with “will get back to me” and that was a month ago. I tried to ask questions, but everyone assumes that since they have asked another intern to guide me i should know and i shouldn’t ask (with all the because of this WAH, IF NOT HOW people know, etc).People would trade their places for mine. I should be appreciative to land myself such a flatering internship in year 1.
Frankly i don’t even care.
I wanted to make my mark, even during internship. But this time i did try to fight for the chances, only the chances didn’t come.
18 more working days to go.
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