"My low self esteem is at an all time high" - Sam Witwicke

Ya know, there are a few perks to working at an internship at a big company (whose name I am not mentioning in case this isn't something they want splashed across the internet). And one of those perks is getting to see movie previews the night before they are supposed to come out. With free popcorn and soda. Loves it.
The first free movie I got to see was Transformers: Rise of the Fallen. I was eagerly awaiting this movie because I loved the first one. I am sad to report it did not live up to my high expectations. Good points: I could really relate to the "going off to college" scenes in the beginning (except my mom was not that emotional, nor did she get high on brownies at my new college, nor did she and my dad go on a vacation), Shia Labeouf is in it, uhm I think that's it. Bad points: It was about 30 minutes too long, there were too many repetitive fighting scenes, that opening scene with Megan Fox was so unnecessary (if you saw it you know what I'm talking about), and the language was way more kid inappropriate than last time, and there were quite a few kids in the audience. But I suppose really, we need only need to return to the fact that Shia is in it, and all is forgiven.

The other movie I got to see was Harry Potter, which if you know me, I was super excited about. My eyes went like six times wider when the lady came by with passes, I almost trampled my coworker to get to them. I got to see it early Tuesday night, the day before it came out. Which was bueno, because I wouldn't have been able to see it when it came out on Wednesday night because I had to work at the library. I had very high expectations of this movie as well, but it sorta lacked as well. For one thing, they cut a lot of the book out. Secondly, it was about 20 minutes too long. And third, it was a lot less interesting to the younger crowd because there was a much larger focus on romance and relationships than normal. But I love me some Ron Weasely so whatevs. And Emma Watson's style to red carpet events is ravishing. And she's going to Brown.

Being a grown-up means to me...

• Getting up to a 5 AM alarm and trying not to punch yourself in the face, because no one in their right mind should be up at that hour.
• Keeping a notebook for work, and writing checklists and notes in it. (Mine is a pink Moleskine! =)
• Not wearing jeans every day (only on Fridays!) And trying not to flash too much cleavage.
• Being in a cubicle. I read some of Bunnyshop's blogs about cubicle life (annoying basketball man and the man who eats stinky fish every day for lunch) and I can relate. Except for me it's loud music man, loud laughing/talking lady, and stinky fridge around the corner.
• Your own phone extension. Your own email. Your own badge.
• 30 to 60 minute lunch breaks.
• Meetings. Lots of them. Sometimes they're convenient (time filler). Sometimes not (when you could be sending out those twelve emails to vendors because if you don't they'll show up at the wrong house at the wrong time and it's your fault that there's no kayaks to test. Or at least that's what I was thinking would happen, but thank God it didn't).
• For Buyers, budgets! We have budget meetings every Monday.
• Time sheets. Or time cards.
• Wanting to take your work home?! On some of my busier days I feel this way, but I thought I was the only one. Then my boss told me that he felt like he had so much to do that he went in on Father's Day to finish some stuff.
• Whenever I'm home, I'm so exhausted from waking up early and working approximately 52 hours a week that all I wanna do is veg and go to bed early.
• Case in point, I've gone to sleep some days at 9 PM, and the sun is still up!!
• My 27 minute commute. I no longer mind talk radio in the morning any more.
• Gaining enough trust to perform more tasks. Ya know that movie the Devil Wears Prada? And Emily Blunt is all "Until Miranda(r) decides you're not a complete psycho, I'll get the lovely task of waiting around for the book". And then Anne Hathaway gets so on top of her game that Miranda finally lets her drop off the book? I feel like that's me, and they feel I'm no longer a psycho. Well, hopefully they never did. But you know what I mean.

Sorry this post is all words and all about work (again). But that's all I got.