I'm loving my internship, the studio is in a rare "off season" after moving to a new building. That means my supervisor (who was originally the lone member of his sector) has time to teach the interns properly.
We are 3 interns in the Rig sector, I'm friends with the other two, as they also had classes at the same animation course I did. But we are separated by our work shifts. They work morning, me afternoon.
So during the afternoon it's only me and my supervisor, and, as he joked today, we do our friendship bounding stuff (which is work). Mind you that's great by me, he is a cool person, far more introspected and calm than the other two interns (and than most of the office too) and I work better when I'm alone.
Little by little my dear of not being worthy of this job is diminishing. Today I did two turn arounds for a rig, which is not much but a start. It got me to train my problem solving skills and my logic thinking, trying to anticipate the problems the animators may encounter and fix them before hand.
I'm just... Nobody cares or need to care in this ugly blue hell hole but I just wanted to write about how I feel a little happier. A little more at place. I'm building my future, I'm surrounded by friends, I'm in a work place that makes me feel welcome (me and my supervisor discussed today about if Zord is a word that actually means something and if the Goldar from original power rangers was actually made of gold like he is in the movie).
Living through the shit days... It was worth for this moment. It is true, in 10 years things will be better, you will be surrounded by friends, having a job you like and living a life that feels good. 15 yo me believed in none of that but still powered through quite some shit, out of pure power of spite, and I'm glad she did. Hell I'm glad she did. Through all those years. I thank the younger me, all of them, too stubborn to give up, thank you.
