Unfortunately, yes, I have arrived at the time of the year when our school allows (I should say forces) us to go out into the world and work.
Fucking wonderful.

If you find a place willing to accept you (ei; if you want to be a builder, and a building company accepts you) YOU CANNOT TURN THEM DOWN. I stress this.
I was not told that the place I am willing to work is like 100 digrees, and smells like hot, rotting garbage. And its an 8 hour job. Where they do not have masks. Or air conditioning. Or an air-filtration system.
It is basically a slab of cement with rotting food inside, and people looking for the icky things that grow on food. THANK FUCK IT IS ONLY FOR THE FIRST WEEK.
But I am not going to enjoy that week at all. After 10 minutes I was almost ready to puke. I do NOT think that I could last 2,400 times that long.
(Thats 10 minutes x 6 to make it an hour, x 8 to make it 8 hours, and x 5 to make it the 5 days I work that week.)

The second week is going to be in a lovely, clean, air-conditioned cancer research unit. But, because its cancer, I can't do squat. So I will be reacquainting myself with the tea and coffe maker.
Oh joy.

So, I am not looking forward to it.
Please feel obliged to feel sorry for me.