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I landed an internship at the Carnegie Museum of Art in January of 2020 and my first day was February 3rd.
On my first day I forgot my sandwich at home so when it was my half hour lunch break I walked 15 minutes home and 15 minutes back. My first day was in the middle of three or four days of on again off again snow. I had to walk really fast so that I didn’t take more than 30 minutes, so when I got back to the museum I was all hot under all my layers.
On my way back to my desk I ran into my friends Dana and Corinne and had a quick chat. We laughed at how I had written “Sean the Intern” on my lunch and then we laughed that I had left it at home anyway. It was fun, then I had to get back to my desk.
On February 27th my roommate Noah and I booked a flight for Sunday March 8th and a five night hostel stay at Conturce Hostel in San Juan. A very pretty German girl and her very pretty Norwegian friend were staying in the same room as us. I would get them confused and when I had a drink or two in me I would speak high school German that I didn’t remember to the Norwegian girl.
The roof of the hostel was nice. There were a couple big plastic tables and a couple small plastic tables, a lot of deck chairs, a little empty drybar, a little fake grass laid down, and a couple of outdoor bathtub showers. Noah and I were killing time up there before dinner trying to find somewhere to eat and then eight Swedish fitness models in bikinis came up to the roof. Eight Swedish fitness models in bikinis did a high intensity rooftop bikini workout. If we wanted to leave we would have to maze our way through eight Swedish fitness models in bikinis doing bicycle kicks and deep lunges. After the workout two of eight Swedish fitness models in bikinis took outdoor showers. We didn’t know where to look so we decided on straight ahead.
On Wednesday March 11th Pitt was playing in the second round of the ACC Tournament. We were watching at a bar and eating chips and salsa and drinking Dos Equis that weren’t cold. During the second half of the game I got an email that said classes would start up again but later than usual and they would be online now.
When we got back to school two days later on Friday March 13th I bought a 36 pack of IC Light Mango and an ounce of the worst weed I could get my hands on. The whole thing of it all was awesome. On Tuesday March 17th graduation was canceled.
In April I started going on these really long walks. I would start them by walking the 15 minutes to the fine arts building. Then I would go around back and sit down at the top of this really steep staircase and smoke.
Before I went to the staircase I would walk to this little half wall just because I could. The half wall was well behind this small softball field that was next to the fine arts building. One time I looked on the other side of the half wall and there was a guy taking a shit there just because he could. I pulled my upper body back and said “oh my bad man I didn’t mean to interrupt nothing” like I was the guy out of place in the situation.
Tuesday March 17th was also the day my internship at the Carnegie Museum of Art officially ended, but my last day in the office was March 7th. In January a very pretty girl in my class also landed an internship at the museum. I was there three days a week so on my 15 days I would hit on her.
I would go down and lean up on her desk and we would waste time together. We would walk around the museum because her job was data entry and mine was worse than walking around a museum with a pretty girl. Then she mentioned her boyfriend so I only did that one more time.
Around a year or more after Tuesday March 17th we matched on Tinder because she was in a city off either side of central Jersey. One of her pics was a bikini pic so she looked really good in it so I started talking to her again. My first message to her was “Ryan!” We texted for a few days from dozens of miles apart. We texted while I watched Mets games with my dad in the basement.
She said that she thought it was cute when we wasted time together so I said I thought she was cute. We wanted to plan something so I said something about something that got me out of it. Eventually I stopped texting back because I finally realized there was no point in doing anything at all anymore and that was the beginning of the end for me.