I have made some solid progess on the blog research. I was able to meet with an account supervisor who seems to really know what she is talking about when it comes to blogs. My list of blogs for potential outreach is growing by the day especially after I was introduced to sites like feedster, technorati, pubsub and bloglines. It makes searching the blogosophere alot easier.

Most of this week has been devoted to researching these blogs with an occasional proof read here and there. Hopefully I can have a solid list ready by thursday after noon so I can start figuring out how to pitch them come Monday morning.

I was also asked to compile a few media lists this week. Piece of cake. Speaking of cake, we had a birthday in the office this week. Someone had the cute idea to get a cake for the birthday boy. An intern was put in charge of ordering the delicous ice cream cake and collecting $5 from everyone in the office, even the unpaid interns. $5 is exactly what it is, $5. Due to the fact that I had just met this guy a week ago and have said less than 10 words to him I feel like a simple happy birthday would suffice. Nonetheless, the interns ordered the cake, picked up the cake and helped to pay for the cake. Bushleague if you ask me.

When it was time to assemble in the "kitchen" to sing happy birthday like a bunch of idiots there was no knife or candles. Someone made a great comment that instinctively made me clench my fists. "We have 4 interns and we can't even get candle's for a birthday cake." I felt like saying, "Listen, this is your friend and your idea so if you want to put 25 candles on a delicous ice cream cake and sing happy birthday than go buy the (expletive) candles yourself." They sent an intern (who ironically was the same age as the birthday boy)to get a knife to cut the cake. I was embarrassed for him. No lie, I did not say a single word during this whole ordeal. I figured that if I opened my mouth someone would have ended up crying.

Don't get me wrong, no job is below me. I've been a busboy, a waiter, a landscaper and a bartender. I've taken more shit from more people than you could imagine. Why? Because after it was all over I had there money in my pocket. This internship is not paid. It is for credits. So I have to look at it like a class. I am here to learn. Not to buy cakes for unappreciative ____________ (insert your own curse word here).

After the whole ordeal was over the four of us (interns) were sitting at our desks quietly discussing the situation when, and the timing was perfect, an account coordinator walked in. He was holding the dirty knife we used to cut the cake by the handle as if it were a dirty diaper and asked, "Can someone bring this upstairs." Unbelievable.