My completely frustrating, entirely aggrivating internship
Actually, let me rephrase that. It's not the internship itself that is completely frustrating and entirely aggrivating, in theory it's a fabulous opportunity to expand my horizons, earn a little cash and get a nice line added to my resume. However there is one insey-weensy tiny problem with this truly wonderful staple of summer activity, MY MENTOR. In theory your mentor is a kind, benovelent sage who bestows wisdom to you from on high on whatever project you happen to be working on. They know all the answers to all of your questions and are always there to answer them. That's why they're called a mentor right?

I'm not naive. I don't think that the ideal actually happens to nayone, or at least anyone I know. But couldn't I have gotten a better one? Does anyone (well, aside from Bush) really deserve this sort of punnishment?

I come in on time. I'm not rude or obnoxious. I don't chew gum with my mouth open making loud smacking sounds or continously drum dagger-like fake nails on my desk. I don't even have dagger-like fake nails to drum! So why does he torture me so?!

I'm sick of his assignments. I'm sick of the way he seems totally incapable of conveying what he wants me to do in a way that I can follow what he's planning. I'm sick of his constant badgering to join his beloved Toastmasters Club. And I'm sick of feeling guilty over being sick of his faults becuase underneath it all he's a sweet guy who is just very inept at handling interns.