[When CollegeCandy put out a request for a Secret Intern to write an Internship Diary, we got some truly cringe-inducing stories, but “Elisa’s” experience trumped all.

Currently, “Elisa” is interning for a big, flashy 5th Avenue designer. Sounds awesome, right? Well, read the first installment HERE, and then read on…]

Who knew that a “marketing” internship actually meant “free physical labor”??

I told myself that I would start working out this summer, but I never thought that lifting and cardio would start at my internship. Apparently The Designer felt that she needed to repaint her whole store, so a few days ago we had to move everything down to the basement, and then move it back up the next day. Great… and to top it off, she’s OCD with the displays.

Shoot me now. Read More »

Ah yes, the Summer Internship.

You leave the comfy confines of your home to venture out into a new city, buy a bunch of hip outfits, secure housing, and then run full speed into a world of unpaid hours spent behind a computer or running errands in high heels. We’ve all been there. Hell, I was there for all four years of my college experience. Some of it was good (actually doing stuff that mattered), some of it was bad (lugging giant packages through a sweltering New York City), and some of it was just plain reDONKulous (buying a newspaper with my own money and then running into a random hair salon to deliver it to my boss because she couldn’t bare to read the stuff they had in the waiting room).

Are you currently living the life of a Summer Intern? If so, CollegeCandy wants you to be our spy in a new series of blogs called Diaries of a Summer Intern. We want you to blog once or twice a week about the trials and tribulations of working for (possibly) crazy people for little to no money. Do they send you on stupid errands? Make you pick up their dry cleaning? Refuse to learn you name? Do you feel a little Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada? If so, we want you to tell the world (all while keeping your identity a secret, of course).

Tell us why you should be our secret Summer Intern. Shoot me an email at Jess@collegecandy.com and get ready to show the world just how glamorous (or UNglamorous) the life of a summer intern can be.

[So I took a small hiatus. And by small I mean a couple of months. I had to. Writing it all down…I became increasingly nervous someone would find out. And nothing is more endangered on a small campus than a secret you want to keep. If you’re new to all of this, check back at everything here.]

Mood: a little antsy
Currently listening to: Black Cat by Janet Jackson

“Have you come up with anything?” Rebecca walked into our room, dragging her bulging laundry bag behind her. “Heard back from any of those internships?”

“Not yet.” I clicked through webpage after webpage, my eyes already watering and blurry from one too many hours staring into the glowing screen of my laptop. I had spent all afternoon sitting on my bed, willing my inbox to fill up with internship opportunities and summer job offers. So far…no one had complied with my wishful ESP.

“I have no idea what I’m doing this summer either,” Rebecca dumped her still wet laundry onto her bed. “So don’t feel so bad. Maybe we can just go on a three month long road trip. See every single weird thing the United States has to offer.”

Our bedroom door opened again, and Stacey walked through, freshly showered and clad in her furry pink bathrobe. As soon as she stepped into the room, I was hit with the power of flowers and sugar and tropical sunsets. Stacey had about 4 different kinds of scented soaps in her shower caddy, and made a point to use every single one whenever she showered, causing all the scents to collide into some kind of overbearing perfume of femininity.

“Someone left a used condom on the bathroom floor.” Stacey dropped her shower caddy on her bed and reached for a towel. “That is seriously disgusting. I mean…it’s a Tuesday. Who’s having shower sex on a Tuesday?” Read More »