Work's a bitch.
As a self-proclaimed introverted man-child (that's actually only half true), I've learnt some things about myself during my one and a half months of working as an intern:
I am a socially awkward penguin.
I have nothing to do other than writing reports about writing reports that can supposedly help me get a job when I leave University.
I tend to write long-winded, contrived and complex sentences in order to make my reports stretch a little longer so as to give a false sense of achievement on my part to my supervisor.
I am not fond of writing long-winded, contrived and complex sentences.
Evidently, I feel that the only skills I picked up from my time here are report writing skills.
That however, does not mean that I have not gotten any life lessons from my time here. For one, I've learnt that work life is an endless sequence of days, that leads to weeks, which leads to months and years without an end. This kind of life feels sort of like the long-winded, contrived and complex sentences that I am not liking right now. So I plan to fully appreciate my time left as a non-working, lazy bum of a student, however short that time may be. I plan to work out more when I get back, try and be more outgoing and meet more people. Cause when I do start working, it'll be another long-winded, contrived and complex life for me.