More real talk: Being an intern is also shit.
I thought coming to Trinidad might give me some perspective on how I don't actually have any problems, given that it's a third world country and surely I would start feeling for the plight of the vagrants who live on the Savannah but it's basically only worsened the White Girl Problems that I have at home. Like: why won't my fringe grow out faster? why is my hair always so frizzy? why haven't I got a tan yet? is it socially acceptable for me to post instagram pictures of me looking much prettier than I actually am? could I pull off a half sleeve tattoo without looking butch? I also had the worst PMS of my life and have spent much of the last two days bursting in to tears for no reason at all. Usually when I'm on the phone to my Mother, who is by this point probably seriously worried for my mental health.
Yesterday one of the artists who works with Trinidad Tunes came in for an interview, and it turned out that my boss had fucked up the phone numbers so the guy that came in for an interview was not the person that I had tried to book an interview with. So I had a bunch of questions ready for a Soca duo from Tobago and what I got was a Trinidadian rapper. Very embarrassing, AND my boss tried to pin it on me. Today I told my boss that Thursday will be my last day, because fuck not getting paid to do someone else's job twenty times better than they could.
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