When you're running from place to place, working from deadline to deadline, there's little time to stop and comprehend what the dozens of emails and conversations have amounted to. I might not had realized the immensity of it all if it all hadn't occurred in unison. I received an email the other day from my old supervisor at the Independent Newspapers. She's a light, bubbly character, the essence of "color" in a black and white business. Anyway, she was letting me know that they have an opening for a full-time news editor and that I was the first person she thought of. I was really flattered, and a bit surprised, but humbly turned her down on account of still finishing school. I didn't dare tell her that I have absolutely no intention of going into the newspaper business. At least, not the paper form of it. I'm a direct result of my generation's move to technology; a desire to have multi-media, and a desire to conserve. Besides, I had fun there and learned a lot, but I don't think the Independent and I are a good fit. I've also been dealing with an enormous hassle with the Cronkite School. I found out that for upper division internships they use an electronic system that you register with, post your resume, and sign up for interview slots with the companies they approve you for. They also misplaced some applications, so the information about registering on the system and signing up with the companies didn't get to me until about four days before the deadline. So, to make a long, long story short, I wasn't able to sign up with any of the companies I wanted. In fact, of the whopping three companies available to me, only one of them seemed interesting. So I signed up. A few hours later I got a very positive and encouraging email from the employer. On top of that, they raised their pay from minimum wage to $10/hr. This excites me for two very important reasons: 1, it's an internship, so regardless of the pay or company, it's valuable experience and an opportunity to obtain clips. 2, it pays more than I'm making now, which means I could kill two birds with one stone; have my internship and not have to work, which, in my chaotic life, would be superb. The internship is asking for a photographer and a writer, but it didn't say much about the photographer's role so I'm not sure what to think of it just yet. Regardless, I'm excited that it's another photo opportunity. My last one was at the newspaper and I've learned a tremendous amount about photography from my photojournalism class since then. Which reminds me, I really need to decide what I'm doing my photo story on... Tomorrow is also a very big day for me. I pitched an idea to CBS a few weeks ago and tomorrow I'm going to do the story. I have interviews set up and a photographer coming with me. AND, if the material is good, they will actually air the story. It won't be entirely mine, I'm sure someone will re-write it a bit and a reporter will do the voice over, but it's my idea and I'll still have something that I can put on a resume tape. Besides which, I have a personal connection to the story so I'm very excited and hope everything goes well! So it's a very busy week, as usual. I guess the good thing about busy weeks is that they tend to speed by. I'm looking forward to the weekend. I'm not working at Wetseal this weekend, except possibly Saturday night (I'm on call<--pain), so I'll finally have some time to do "whatever". All the fam is coming over Sunday evening for taco night and games. We haven't had game night in ages and it's also kind of our house warming party to show off our pad to our family. Most of them haven't been here since we moved in. And before everyone comes over, mom and I are going to do something together. Just the two of us. I really miss her. I'm not what you'd call a "momma's girl". I define girls like that as helpless twits who are used to mommy taking care of everything for them - cleaning their room, doing their laundry, cleaning up after them... I don't rely on my mom to follow me around and lay down pillows every time I'm about to fall or mop up messes I make. Mom and I have a very close, trusting relationship. She's the best friend I've always looked for in girls but never really found. I don't really miss living at home (although that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it and wouldn't move back!), but I miss spending time with my mom. She makes me funny. Really, she laughs at everything I say. I feel as comedic as Leno around her. She makes me feel important, and loved, respected, intelligent, confident...basically, she makes me feel like every parent should make their child feel. I'm really busy and my interaction with other people is usually with the same three people - my roommates. I'm looking forward to kidding around and having fresh discussions with my mom. Speaking of the house, it's shaping up quite nicely. The boys (mainly Kris) did some major work to our den this past weekend. They moved everything around, hung our three snowboards on the wall, hung the skim board, and with the other two black and white pictures we have up there the whole place looks pretty snazzy. It's a college den, but it's a nice looking college den. It's lively. We've got real street signs hanging adjacent in a corner of the wall. We've got my green neon cactus glowing on the bottom of our DVD shelves. We need curtains in there and a few other tchotchkees, but it looks a million times better than it did before. Alright well, it's getting late and I've got a full (synonym for busy) tomorrow. Wish me luck! Carrie "Reporting live, Carrie Caulfield, CBS 5 news."