Work, work WorK, WOrK. I've been interning in London for about a month now. I only work 3 days a week and one of them is a half day. I work 9-5 on the other days. I can't imagine going to work mon-fri, 9-5. I commend those who do. My mind just doesn't work around that sort of schedule. I'd rather sit on my __ and drink coffee, surf, eat lunch, lounge around, maybe go see a movie, go out to the club once in a while. Even just before this I thought it was going to be great to put on a suit and tie and walk down the street. No, its not like the movies, the camera isn't directed towards you. People are moving and the city is growing, and if you don't seem to find the speed to catch up, it will soon pass you by. I guess I'm just going to have to keep working to see where I can have my cake and eat it too.I just read this while I finished my coffee:
"The only sense of achievement I truly feel though is the fact that I have carved out a whole career from my passion for international relations and the arts. But I never for a minute leave it all to luck. My mantra in three words: monstrous hard work." -Pablo Ganguli