Day in the Life of an Intern

4:45 am: Wake Up, dance party, attempt to iron a shirt... throw it in a pile, one of many piles. See how fast that room got.. Catherine'd

6am: show up to work, look out the window (note this is not the 6am view - it's much darker)

2pm: Gangster Rap lunch with the spot traders - here's a view of the lone USA hockey jersey for some reason in the corner of the window

8pm: head home, try and resist the temptation of pineapple buns...



Somedays I'm good. somedays, its' Buns = 1 Catherine's waistline = 0 (ahha well maybe not zero, more like too big - they simply don't size me anywhere - intimidation even if I can fit their clothes)

10pm: bed time. But credit trading now has me up by 6am and home by midnight-thirty... different hours for different folks.




Exhausted and its the weekend... going to be ready for monday.. maybe,
Catherine