Training

My new internship job is pretty much what I expected. Make coffee, deliver mail, yadda yadda. I am by far the oldest, and I am also the only girl and I am taller than all the kiddos. Yep, it's awesome. I am relieved that they are all old enough to drink at least. I knew they would all be young and I was worried that if they were under 21 they'd ask me to buy them beer and I'd be the lame old lady that said no. Now I'm just the lame old lady that told them it might not be appropriate to listen to rap in our break room. I don't give a crap what they listen to, but if it's laced with n-bombs and "f*ck a b*t#h" every other line, I'm pretty sure there is at least one person walking by our office is going to have a problem with it. So I suggested headphones. Yeah, I'm that lady. I don't care. I am using this job to if nothing else, get good recommendations for future jobs. Hopefully, I might even get a job offer out of all of this.