woe and weeping

so, yesterday was my last day at the GREATEST INTERNSHIP EVER.

and i still made it out of the building without crying over work... (well there was that one PMS day when i was writing an email and waxing about being an idealist and blah blah blah, but that wasn't really so much about work, per se) because that's a chick thing.

however i did not make it out of the building without tearing up a little bit about leaving some of the people.

i'm such a chick.

i guess that makes it okay that i throw like a chick.