The End of the Summer

The company summer party was last Thursday. This year, the idea was to go to a Met's game. I was most skeptical at first because I, and most of the office, am not interested at all in the sport. However, when we heard that we would have our own private suite, I decided that should be just fine. We took a $20 boat ride over to Citifield, and it dropped us off just 5 streets away from the stadium. The suite itself was pretty standard - open bar, buffet, indoor and outdoor seating. Out of the entire company, I was the only one that got carded. The guy wouldn't accept my ID because it was expired, so I spent the firs thalf of the evening drinkng pepsi the CFO caught wind of it and had a talk with the bartenders. Then I finally got ot have my beer. Phew! Everyone kept saying it's so nice to get carded, but really, it's only fun if you never do. I get carded constantly, so it's more annoying than anything. I'll appreciate it later, when I have any sort of white in my hair.

Of course, company party didn't exactly mean that I have the weekend off. I worked 22 hours this weekend in order to try to meet deadline this coming Friday. I don't think it's going to happen. Considering our team leader and the other intern pretty much decided it wasn't necessary for them to show up, it was just me and Mr. Newbie, who takes half an hour to answer a yes or no question, and generally doesn't answer it at all after rambling on forever. I will be working until 9pm every night this week I suspect. So tired...

In other news, summer hours will be over in a couple of weeks. That means that I get to sleep an hour more and leave the office an hour earlier from now on. Thank god. I don't care about working Friday as long as I don't feel exhausted by the end. Everyone I talked to at the summer party is incredibly excited about going back to a humane schedule. Hopefully, the CFO will also come to realize that it was a stupid idea to work 11 hour days and not reinstitute it next summer.