My intern left. The one who was not interested in most things and caused me some little bit of grief for two weeks or so. He wrote me a really sweet card in spite of the fact that I wasn’t really quite nice to him at some points because these days I tend not to be very kind to people who are evidently disinterested.
And then the person who was assigned to and supposed to be interested to learn what I do for a living turned out to be not in the least bit interested. I only found this out after I invested a little bit of time into teaching him with a view of him learning the ropes as quickly as possible. I sent him an email to express my disappointment. He replied with a rather lame excuse. It’s been more than half a day now and he has yet to speak with me in spite of the fact that he is still holding on to some of my work. I have over lunch decided that I should not be expected to forgive the unforgivable and will withdraw all my work and support from him.
Maybe it’s a cultural thing. Maybe I’ve plunged headfirst into a generation gap given that it is becoming increasingly difficult to find anyone younger with the same work ethics.
Oh well. There is naught to be done. Now that more help is no longer in the horizon, it sure looks like I am condemned to a life of running a pseudo-sole-proprietorship out of my little box of an office.
And it is only Monday. I still have the rest of the week to get through.
I need to remind myself to stop investing so much of myself into things lest I become one of those strangely intense scary women. It’s far easier to go through life caring less about things.

