Checking my e-mail, I found the following brief message from my mother:
Pal your boss called and said that they will like you to work during your X'mas break and that they will pay you this time. I had to tell him that you will be here only for 10 days but that I am sure you would like to come and help them out. He says that he will not be here during Christmas and that he needs to be working with you but most probably during summer he would like to employ you with a pay.
Over the summer, I had an unpaid internship with the Nuclear Power Engineering Section of the IAEA (International Atomic Energy Agency) at the UN in Austria. The work I did there impressed them enough that they offered me a short-term contract for when I graduate from Wellesley -- and apparently, not only that, but they wanted me to work there over Christmas too!
I am grinning here and completely and totally overcome with sheer
glee.
I loved working at the UN. I loved the environment. I loved the work itself, I loved the feeling of accomplishment, I loved the idea that I was helping with something important.
And they loved me!
Since, however, I am going to be spending only 10 days in Austria over Xmas (and will be deadly jet-lagged for at least two of them), I guess that actually working at the UN this winter is impossible, especially if Pal needs to be there with me. But oh, man, I wish I could. I really want to know what important document it is this time, and as a starving college student, I could definitely do with the extra money, even if working for the UN isn't quite on the same level as waiting tables or selling blood.
Did I mention I loved my summer internship? Because I did. And I am
thrilled to know that they appreciated my work so much that they not only offered me a post-graduation contract but wanted me to work for them
again this winter!
The level of glee I'm experiencing is off-the-charts. I have no idea how I'm ever going to get to sleep now.