
So Friday I had an interview at MTV regarding an internship with MTV News. Long story short, I fucking nailed it. The girl - she looked about my age - interviewing me was so impressed, she had me meet with the head of editorial. I'm not sure if they did this with everybody, but I prefer to think it was just me.
Any way, he seemed just as impressed. He grilled me with a few questions, but I took a breath, answered, and the awesomeness just flowed. I hadn't slept the night before, because I was up in anticipation. But leaving the building, I could honestly say I had the job in the bag.
Then came my tragic hero moment. In every tale of Greek mythology, the main character is the man, the cat's pajamas and cooler than Freddie Jackson sippin' a milkshake in a snowstorm. But he always has that tragic flaw. Hercules was crazy, Oedipus was a know-it-all and Vegeta was arrogant - the last one isn't Greek, but you get where I'm going.
My flaw apparently is that I think too much. A lot of my friends may think I'm quiet, but I'm honestly processing 20 different scenarios at a time. Hell I thought of 20 different ways to write that last sentence. But this causes me to worry, as every scenario has a back to the drawing board moment (Yeah it gets crazy in here).
Back to the point, my internship was dependent on me getting credit from my university. I knew they weren't going to give it, because I'm no longer feeding them that good tuition, but I was banking on one of my professors writing me a letter saying I would.
But she said no and was upset that I would ask her to lie. Now my internship was in jeopardy and I pissed off one of my professors who I held in high regards. Sure there were other scenarios to get the internship, but this one was just so damn easy! So I began to worry.
I talked a lot of shit about getting this internship, and of course it bit me in the ass. I was depressed as shit. I wanted this internship, because it was going to supply me with the tools I needed. I want to be one of those journalist that flies around the world shining a light on improvised and deprived people.
But now that was up-in-the-air. So from Saturday until Monday, I was` depressed- as shit. I drank half a bottle of Patron on Sunday night and watched Anchorman to cheer-up. That shit was pretty sad, but so was I. Monday morning I laid in the bed for like 4 hours, but thankful my mom came to cheer me up. She didn't necessarily cheer me up, but annoy me enough to get me out the bed. Love you ma!
I called all around Stony Brook to see what I could do to go about getting credit. *Attention to women who answer phones all-day. Bitch you answer phones to answer peoples' questions or direct them to an answer. It's not our fault you didn't strive for anything for life. If I am bothering you, quit and go better yourself. I don't need your attitude.* I found I could possibly take non-matriculated courses and qualify for internship credit. So I'm going to look into that tomorrow at Stony. If you want something you got to work for it.
This has been quite therapeutic writing with "The Low End Theory" playing in the background. Thanks to all those who read.