Can I complain just this once?

I contemplated whether to blog about today or to erase it from my memory and I have chosen the former.

Today...was...weirdd....

I went to my internship today and although I love the people I am working with, my program director could be somewhat boring at times and she tends to mumble a lot. For one, she has a really low voice (because she dambae pyuhs) and it's pretty monotone. When she showed us her sponsorship proposal and how to write it, sorry to say I was falling asleep and the heat in the backroom did more worse than good. There's a/c but for some reason they don't turn it in. Probably to save money.

Anywayssss, after she talked about her 15 page proposal and the guy who got murdered in front of her house, she told me and another intern to go back out to division street and give out invitations to our golf fundraiser in august. Feeling relieved to get out of the office for a while, we walked to the puerto rican parade office to give them an invitation. The secretary seemed pretty annoyed and said "Have a nice day" as we were leaving but she said it with the most unenthusiastic tone.

As we walked on one side of division street, there was a group of maybe four guys standing outside of a mart and we got hollered at. EW. one guy even cracked out a racist comment clearly directed towards me, since the other intern is white.

Sooo...we moved to the other side of the street and got hollered at again by a different group of guys! double EW.
[Note: Neither of us acknowledged those maniacs and neither of us were even wearing immodest attire. We were both wearing t-shirts and jeans and sneakers]

Anddd I really wish we didn't do what we did next: we walked into the ---- office and the ceo/president got friendly with my fellow intern right away. triple EW. He kept us there for a good 40 minutes but it felt like two hours of my life shriveling away. He talked so close to our faces and kept patting our backs and even stroked the other girl's hair. If he got any close to touching my hair, I would have punched him! FINALLY he let us go and we went back to the office to eat lunch.
[Note: I have nothing against the organization because it is doing great things for needy families.]

I happily spent the rest of the afternoon in the office printing and stuffing envelopes.
On the bus ride home, this guy sat next to me when there were so many open seats on the bus and he naem sae nah-ed. -____-

OK, I'm done being grossed out for the day but never again will I complain of my boring director and the hot backroom. And never again do I want to set foot on division street.