Not quite peachy
The manager of the agency where I was supposed to start my internship last week, but didn’t because I had a meltdown, called me yesterday afternoon. I didn’t really expect him to call me, so earlier yesterday I called city hall, where I could’ve interned if I hadn’t turned it down. The lady that usually handles internships wasn’t in, so she’d call me today. And then said manager called. He asked me some questions — what happened? why didn’t you call? what issues do you have? — and I told him that failure is probably my greatest fear and that I tend to expect too much of myself. And god forbid my failure should be seen by others. He gave me some words of wisdom.
It’s impossible for anyone to know everything there is to know about everything, so if anyone scoffs at you for not knowing something or failing at something, it’s only because they don’t realise just how little they know.
And then he said that he was still interested in having me. Excuse me? Yes, you’re still welcome. OK then, awesome. We’re going to see how it goes for a week, and if all is well I can stay for another four weeks.
I guess I should call city hall and tell them that everything’s been taken care of, but what if this internship doesn’t work out and I’ll need to go somewhere else after all; I can’t call them up a third time. So you see, even when everything seems to be just peachy, there’s always something gnawing at my brain.