Dear Summer Job,
First and foremost, thank you for being there. I appreciate that you're willing to be there for me for the next three months, and I must admit, whether I'm getting money, experience, or something else out of you, I need the benefits greatly. Maybe I'm sticking through the summer with you because I need to pay bills, or maybe it's because I just need something to do with my time. Whatever the reason is, I'm happy to have you.
That being said, I have some things to ask of you. Nothing too terrible, just a few minor requests.
Please be patient with me.
I am coming off of nine months of straight school with a week of finals to wrap it up, and chances are I still have stress dreams even though it's almost June. So if I seem tired, or occasionally a little slow, please don't be offended or give up hope for me.
Please be kind to me.
Maybe this job is actually very difficult, or maybe it's just a skill that takes me a couple of weeks to get used to, but if I struggle for the first little while, please know that I is smart, I is kind, I is...employable. I want to be the best that I can be, and it'd be awesome if you were my cheerleader.
Please forgive me if I make a mistake.
I know in daily life (and maybe even in my interview) I talk, walk, and try to act like a big grown up. But the reality is, I am still a kid. And while I certainly won't throw a temper tantrum or demand that I am served ice cream for lunch, I might mess up once or twice this summer. It won't be on purpose and I'll be embarrassed about it, so please have the grace to forgive me when those times come.
Please teach me.
No matter if I'm babysitting, serving burgers, shadowing a lawyer, or interning for a bank, I want to learn something. Maybe it's a technical skill, or maybe it's a personal lesson. Whatever you are, dear summer job, you have the ability to teach me something by August. And I am ready to listen and learn, so please feel free to be the coolest professor I've ever had.
Please go by slow.
I love summer jobs and summer in general. The sun, the surf, and the appearance of lack of responsibilities make me a very happy person during these three months. And when you end, summer job, that's the signal that it's all coming to an end. If I stop hanging out with you, that means I will soon have to start hanging out with libraries, gross cafeterias, deadlines, and a dorm room with no bathtub (oh, the horror). So please, do us all a favor and take your sweet time, and make summer last forever.
Please go by fast.
Yes, yes, I know I just asked you to go by slow. And yes, I'm still smart and kind and employable, I promise. It's just that some of the best things in my life come back into my life with school starting. Underneath the libraries, cafeteria, deadlines, and no bathtub struggle, I find my best friends, my wildest memories, and my future. It's exciting to think about going back to school as getting one step closer to...no offense...not having a summer job anymore, but having a year-round job. Call me crazy, but maybe even one that I love. Anyways, that's all my requests. Maybe we can work something out. By the way, I can't wait to see you soon.
