Shot Down

I admit one of my greatest faults is over exaggerating my other faults...circle of life I suppose.
Anyway...I also admit that I frequently misread and/or misinterpret important documents and have acquired many lectures under my belt from my mother than I need to "pay attention". (I pay attention...just not very well.)

I have an internship lined up for this summer in ATL and am very excited about it. I am not so excited that it is a credit earned internship-simply because I have to write journals...any you all know how I am about keeping a timely account of my everyday life. Nonetheless, in order to receive this credit, I have to turn in a packet of signed documents and information that my internship adviser and I fill out. It has been a long process simply because I thought all of this was up to me...apparently I was overachieving again.

It is also worth saying that I tend to overcompensate for my faults. In this particular instance, because I tend to misread paperwork...I tried to have EVERYTHING ready. I had copies of transcripts (not needed) bundled into a paperclip with registration forms (also not needed) and signed copies of forms from my intern adviser.

The person in our department I turned this internship packet in to is probably the scariest person I have ever met...and I don't get  scared of people very often. I assume this person is good at their job simply because they have not been fired yet, but in the back of my mind I think this is because they are sooo scary!

When I walked in to the office I was greeted with, "Oh, you're my Brittany..." Hello to you, too. Apparently all of the material I had been working so hard to collect over the weeks had been sent to this person via snail mail...who knew. I asked if certain aspects of the paperwork were okay and if I needed to personally fill out anything else. "Well, first of all you filled this one out wrong...you're supposed to read the sentence then check the box if it applies and do this for allllllll of them. You just signed it." Oh.

At this point, I was agitated. I try VERY hard to be personable and smile at people throughout the day, especially at strangers. Apparently this is not a goal for this person...So I was agitated and I grabbed a pen off their desk and checked about 7 boxes in 2 seconds and handed the paper back. "That's better..."

"Uh, oh...another inconsistency. This form says 1 hour of credit, yours says 2." Ah ha! I won against this argument--I whipped out my copy that was supposed to be in the mail to the department and explained the situation. "Ohh, well yes, here it is....Take my trash." And copies of forms and scattered paper was literally shoved in my hand.

Oh no you did not.

At this point I was fuming, but because I over exaggerate my faults, I asked her if I had filled out the correct request form. She then proceeded to read the title of a page to me. Please. Please. Please!

I smiled, thanked her for her time, and turned and walked away.

It is now my mission to make this person a happier one. I would really rather my spirit not be killed the next time I need to turn in a form. I'll keep you guys posted!