Devil Wears Pantsuit Vol. 2: Even Though I Hate My Job...

It is officially Week 4 of my internship with Devil Wears Pantsuit, and just when I think I’m getting used to it, they send me a curveball. I want everyone to reflect on The Devil Wears Prada for a moment and recall that not only the boss and nature of the work made homegirl’s job hell, but also her coworkers. So often we tend to forget these nasty little critters we call coworkers also have a significant role on whether or not one’s workday is bearable—even on the toughest of jobs.

I am currently in Chicago, IL, staying in a Hampton Inn near the airport. There is a bus stop, TGI Fridays, McDonalds, and Burger King in walking distance. That is it. Everything else is a $30 cab fare or $5 bus ride away (Five bucks because they don’t offer transfers in Chicago.) And this isn’t your regular bus ride: no, this your 40 minute long, listen to ganstas in the back discussing glocs, watching decrepit neighborhood after decrepit neighborhood pass by until just before deciding to doze off you encounter anything that bears any semblance to a major city rather than an endless ghetto.
Being the Libra I am, this could prove to be a prime opportunity to explore and get to know a brand new city. However, I am sharing the hotel room with two coworkers—who out of eight total interns have proven to be my least favorite. The four I like are literally on the other side of the country in Houston, TX. Won’t this be a fun week?

The lesson to be learned this week, I’ve predicted is: How to be an effective intern while hating your coworkers’ guts. :-)

[Segue into moral:] Each week, no matter how challenging and unbearably stressful, has proven to be full of lessons that will be vital in the long run and are actually jumpshooting me into my 22star14 goals. The good Lord really does work in mysterious ways.

* Week 1: Learning how to adjust quickly to unforeseen challenges.
* Week 2: Realizing that emotional roadblocks must be hurdled and/or put on the backburner if one wants to maintain success.
* Week 3: Never let them see you sweat; every task is a piece of cake and always appear ready for promotion.

Nights crying, collapsing from exhaustion, or just needing to talk to my beau or little brother in attempt vent away my stress (even if they are the cause of it) will all be worth it. At the end of this internship, not only will I be well off enough financially to enhance my wardrobe and my vehicle, but I’ll have also proven myself to this company so that I won’t have to worry about not having a job next summer……though you better believe I’ll be looking for a job that isn’t nearly as trying on my emotional and social stability.