Two weeks ago today, I got an email from the intern coordinator at work asking all the interns to submit their latest GPA, their major, and their date of graduation.
They ask for this every few months, so I’ve certainly done it before in the 10 months I’ve been working there. I sent it back, and within minutes I received a reply saying, “Have you already graduated?” I responded that yes, I had. Then silence (hint: foreshadowing/setting the scene/preparing for something ominous).
The next morning, my boss pulled me aside and said, “I got a phone call last night at home saying you were supposed to stop working two weeks after you graduated and that I needed to process your two week notice papers immediately. So, next Friday is your last day.”
My boss, her boss, and I had all been under the impression I could work through the summer, even after I graduated, and the intern office had never said anything to the contrary, so it was a bit of a surprise to all of us.
Anyway, here I sit on Monday morning at the kitchen counter in my pajamas, instead of showered, dressed, and at my cubicle like I normally would be at this time on a week day. For the next six weeks until school starts and I take up my post as Great Librarian Overlord, I have virtually no mandatory responsibilities. I’m certainly not complaining, as it’s a lovely time to work on the library curriculum for the fall and enjoy our last weeks in Texas, it’s just. . .strange.
Three months ago, I was a full-time student, doing a library internship, and holding down three jobs. Six weeks ago, I was down to one job when school ended and two of my jobs (which were school related) finished. Now, I have nothing I have to do.
Time to start crushing Kayla in the page counts, I guess.