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kaiserkuchenFirst of all:, MY WEEKEND WAS GREAT and I am loath to see it over. Oh life in town and being ensconced in a cushy serviced apartment, leaving only to eat, shop and meet friends. ACH HOW BRILL. Got to see Ginger 'n Ploy, Migel and Bell scattered throughout Friday til Sunday, and always had dinner with Andy and Ma (+/- other friends and family), so I was actually pretty active in the social area. Haah. Talking with Bell again was especially lovely, and we got to trade internship stories (obvs. due to her hi-so-ness she had more classy things to do than me, but even she had the same issues with the ....special way some of the Thai interns always act, so it was a relief that it was not ALL IN MY HEAD lolol).
Super frustrating raaagh of Missed Opportunities is the following though: Bell had got to act as an interpreter for the foreign celebs who came to the events that the Event PR company she interned at organized-- she got to assist Verne Troyer (MINI MEEEE!), amongst others! Now there would be the Bangkok Film Festival coming up soon, starting on the 26th of September, with apparent guests being Jason Statham, Vin Diesel, and most relevant to my interests: RUPERT GRINT (I have no idea why they would be coming to BKK, but gj Film Fest organizers if they managed to score these dudes!). Since Bell would be caught up in her other internship, she couldn't jump in, but would have been able to GET ME AN IN TO WORK AS AN INTERPRETER FOR THEM. But uh, alas and alack, my flight back is on the fucking TWENTY-FIFTH. Auuuuuugh I could have quite possibly interacted with Rupert Grint!!1 Or even just Jason Statham and Vin Diesel would have been massively cool enough, ahhh. Mom was like "rebook your flight then!" but I really can't because I actually need to be back a bit earlier to handle the organisatorial shite for the next semester. BAWWW Rupert, I hope they find some more than half-way competent person to help youuuu.
NOW (mid morning): I am typing this entry from work at the new workstation on the lower floor that I have been "banished" down to, lolol new staff upstairs has apparently made in necessary, spacewise, to shove off unimportant schmucks like me downstairs ahhh I have already ran up and down the stairs 5 times and it is only been an hour and a half since the workday started. I look forward to my toned legs after I finish interning?? All the other interns are now GONE, leaving me the sole survivor (and probable candidate to do their shit work now, fuckerolaaaa). Met and talked to another new intern today though, but she's in a totally different department, le sigh. Had those CREEPY as fuck "Big-Eye" contact lenses on though ffffff I have such difficulties holding eye contact with these people ahh shudder shudder.
NOW (late afternoon): I have been sitting up here in the PR floor again. To be on stand-by for things to do lolol so much for staying downstairs. Nothing's really come up yet that has to be done by today, and I sure as hell hope I can leave at six. Am just still filled with momentary irrational rage-- well okay, not rage but maybe STRONG IRRITATION that I am being held to the two months I agreed to in the first place lol. I want to leave earlyyyyyyyyyyyy and okay, it's just me acutely feeling the shortage of time left if I stop on the 8th and have to fly back on the 25th of September already. I want an entire month of chillaxing instead, why won't the world bend to my whims wah wahh etc etc.
ACTUALLY NOW (eveninggg): *COPY PASTE*
Super frustrating raaagh of Missed Opportunities is the following though: Bell had got to act as an interpreter for the foreign celebs who came to the events that the Event PR company she interned at organized-- she got to assist Verne Troyer (MINI MEEEE!), amongst others! Now there would be the Bangkok Film Festival coming up soon, starting on the 26th of September, with apparent guests being Jason Statham, Vin Diesel, and most relevant to my interests: RUPERT GRINT (I have no idea why they would be coming to BKK, but gj Film Fest organizers if they managed to score these dudes!). Since Bell would be caught up in her other internship, she couldn't jump in, but would have been able to GET ME AN IN TO WORK AS AN INTERPRETER FOR THEM. But uh, alas and alack, my flight back is on the fucking TWENTY-FIFTH. Auuuuuugh I could have quite possibly interacted with Rupert Grint!!1 Or even just Jason Statham and Vin Diesel would have been massively cool enough, ahhh. Mom was like "rebook your flight then!" but I really can't because I actually need to be back a bit earlier to handle the organisatorial shite for the next semester. BAWWW Rupert, I hope they find some more than half-way competent person to help youuuu.
NOW (mid morning): I am typing this entry from work at the new workstation on the lower floor that I have been "banished" down to, lolol new staff upstairs has apparently made in necessary, spacewise, to shove off unimportant schmucks like me downstairs ahhh I have already ran up and down the stairs 5 times and it is only been an hour and a half since the workday started. I look forward to my toned legs after I finish interning?? All the other interns are now GONE, leaving me the sole survivor (and probable candidate to do their shit work now, fuckerolaaaa). Met and talked to another new intern today though, but she's in a totally different department, le sigh. Had those CREEPY as fuck "Big-Eye" contact lenses on though ffffff I have such difficulties holding eye contact with these people ahh shudder shudder.
NOW (late afternoon): I have been sitting up here in the PR floor again. To be on stand-by for things to do lolol so much for staying downstairs. Nothing's really come up yet that has to be done by today, and I sure as hell hope I can leave at six. Am just still filled with momentary irrational rage-- well okay, not rage but maybe STRONG IRRITATION that I am being held to the two months I agreed to in the first place lol. I want to leave earlyyyyyyyyyyyy and okay, it's just me acutely feeling the shortage of time left if I stop on the 8th and have to fly back on the 25th of September already. I want an entire month of chillaxing instead, why won't the world bend to my whims wah wahh etc etc.
ACTUALLY NOW (eveninggg): *COPY PASTE*
