I'm stressed out at work so I had to write a story about blogger!Klaroline. I have no idea what possessed me, and I'm not sure how long I'm going to drag additional chapters after the initial wrap-up. Treat the review section here as a comments section of their respective blogs if you like, or just tell me that I'm weird. ;)

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Also, I Bought Cutlery at IKEA.

[Song of the Day: Missing You – 2NE1]

What a day, though. Ok, I talked about TA Horrible too much last week, and you can only rant for so long, but one of the kids from my internship listened to the same song for three hours today and I feel oddly guilty for singing something that sounds like "Curree, wa heh yo,*" so I've gotten to the point where ranting is better than talking about what happened at "work." (And I might have to stop using quotation marks for the word "work," but it feels wrong to call it that when I don't get any pay - but when I use the word internship too much, I feel odd. Not sure why... The Struggles Of Trainee Occupational Therapists TM: Chapter 3498.)

I had a paper to write on neuro-specific diagonistics (or something like that) and I'm not sure if TA Horrible (I should just use his name, shouldn't I?) hates me in specific or the student-body in general, but his helpful advice was to research. Like, wow, thanks a lot, I never would have figured.

I asked one of the nurses today (to the BGM mentioned above) and she said he's been an ass during his own internship, too, which isn't as much of a relief as it should have been. The worst thing is that he isn't even a student anymore, he just got the job title of TA because there wasn't a more fitting description for "I'm Already An Occupational Therapist But My Patients Would Sue Me For Being Rude So Instead I Help Your Equally Rude Professor With Grading," so there isn't an end in sight. She told me there wasn't, and then she took me a long to a calming session for one of the kids because I apparently looked like I needed it that much.

Another awesome thing: I thought that I'd only have to deal with him through the first two weeks of my internship, but no. He's everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

Sidenote: Remember how Elena blogged through our move to that nice and cozy and "we only need to share the bathroom with each other, yay!"-new flat? (I do a lot, because while she was blogging, I was going through our crap and noticed we had no cutlery.) Guess who lives next to the coffeeshop we started frequenting after our move? Yes. TA Horrible. I'm planning to practice how to fake stumbling so I can splash coffee on his crispy white almost-hipster-chic shirts next time I walk into his shit-eating grin, tbh.

Tips on how to avoid TA Horrible? Tyler told me to "just ignore him," and that attitude might be the reason why we broke off in third grade. Tyler, if you're reading this. You cannot ignore TA Horrible. You can only endure him and then rant for the nth time on your blog. That's all there is to do.

Still enduring, albeit not silently-

Curreeeee wa heeeh yooo!

*Edit: Added song of the day- Because I now know the title of the song, and yes, I'm missing you, Good Old Days Of High School. Missing you so much.

You know, the difficulty with writing blogger!Caroline is that I have a headcanon where she is the most sarcastic person ever, but so many people disagree because she's also genuine. So she is now an innocent bumblebee who knows the dirties jokes and I'm just gonna go. B)