Last Day

As fate should have it, I celebrate my final day in solitary. Just kidding. I was lucky today. Got moved to the central office because E was out. Too bad. After a frenzy of final touches, I have slowed down to enjoy my last few hours as a superstar intern.

The mood was extremely light and relaxed. I seriously doubt any work was done, at least on behalf of the interns. We had another boy band day just for kicks and giggles. With the Backstreet Boys and N’Sync blasting, there was no way we could forget our last day. We let it go out with a bang.

Saying goodbye was kind of awkward. Should’ve seen it coming based on other awkward conversations such as during our end of summer party the day before. Oh well. And now I’m freeeeeeeeee!

Well, until I go back to school. Over all I learned a lot and had a good time. I almost typed fun but that wouldn’t quite be true, no matter how positively I want to think of this internship. One does not have fun during an internship. Period. Unless you work at a children’s camp or cooking studio where you fling chocolate pies at each other. Sign me up! I also had my share of funny moments. Spilling water all over the conference room, spilling edamame all over the floor yesterday. Good times, good times.

Floor Fun

Today’s lunch began like any other day, albeit a bit later than usual. On the way back, with fruit and salad bar items in my hands (Whole Foods urges me to save the environment and not use bags!), I didn’t feel like waiting for the stupid elevator that takes forever to get to your floor. I think the second was out of order too, which furthered my mood. Despite telling myself that I would never again use the stairwell – the last time I did, going down, I thought it to be very isolated and kind of scary, let’s just say if something happened to you alone no one would probably find you for a long time – I decided to use it anyway to save time. Little did I know until my ascent, that there were no floor markings to indicate which floor I was on. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I hit about floor three either. Huffing and puffing and juggling all I was carrying up the long stairwell, I noticed that basically all of the floor-level doors were locked from the outside hallways. In other words, there was nowhere for me to go. I couldn’t figure out which floor was mine and my desperation grew. Finally I made my way to the first open door I could find, which was propped open for breeze. It led into an office reception area no where near where I imagined the elevator would be. I contemplated going in and seeming like a complete idiot and after some hesitation, realized it was my only option unless I wanted to go all the way back down again. I didn’t want to. And so I faced the receptionist. “I, uh, got off on the wrong floor.” The way she smiled it was confirmed. I’m an idiot. And so I exited and made my way past a glass door to the elevator waiting area.  A guy chatting on his phone smiled at me and said hello. Hello? Apparently, as he later explained to me and his coworker behind me, I looked JUST like their old receptionist. Then he kept joking how I was scared of this stranger talking to me. I wasn’t. But looking back, should I have been? Anyway, the other guy asked the smart question: do I even work here? Bingo. I don’t. And didn’t. And probably never in my life will. Case closed.

I made my way to my proper floor. Two floors down. Silly me, silly me.

Thursday adventures done, I settled back into my life as an intern on the right floor.

Mail City

So I continued with my happy mailings today. Happy because they lull me into this half comatose stage where I don’t really realize where I am or what I’m doing until I’ve run out of stamps. I love looking through the names and addresses of the recipients. New York, Missouri, Georgia, California, California, and sometimes more fun ones like Hawaii! I considered slipping myself into the mail going to Hawaii. A lucky recipient may have gotten me!  Destination: Hawaii. Where exactly? I don’t really care. Hello there!

Sadly I remained behind, sitting on my conference room chair in a state of mild boredom.

I feel like I’m playing God with mailings. Sorry, Connie, but you’re not getting one. You’re too stupid to put your state or zip code. Hello, Harry. P.O. Box? Really? Fine, if that’s the way you want it.

The best is when I find addresses I know and wonder who the person is. I’m such a worldly person .

Help

I need an intern. Yelp! Too much work!

Cleaning Lady Take II

Return of my arch rival, the cleaning lady. I dread the day she arrives, forcing me to vacate my cozy conference room for the lounge chair outside. Blegh. I’ve got my eye on you cleaning lady!! Curiously enough, the room smells much worse after she cleans it and flies begin circling like never before. Strike two, cleaning lady. You have failed yet again!

In other news, the toilet is clogged. Stupid poopers who can’t have the decency to flush twice. Icky!!!

The Hunt

Spreading the black streaks under my eyes, I take out my poison dart shooter. No this is not a video game. This is Intern Hunts Flies Part III. Armed with my mostly empty Sparkling Poland Spring bottle, I swish and whack in every direction possible in order to kill my nemesis. Failure. We shall ignore the fact I am highly visible by all co-workers for the sake of argument. But yes, I look like a mad-intern. Intern gone wild. Plus two flies.

The Perfect Nemesis

So I’ve been uber busy lately, hence the lack of time to even THINK of what to write. Whatever happened to my days of boredom? Alas, coporate America has gotten the best of me. So a special someone found this link today and I am considering trading my current job for this. http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/672031640.html I am only kidding, of course, but I AM THE PERFECT NEMESIS. God bless whoever posted this. And I don’t even know if I believe in such things.

“Nemesis required. 6-month project with possibilty to extend

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Date: 2008-05-07, 2:49PM PDT

I’ve been trying to think of ways to spice up my life. I’m 35 years old, happily married with two kids and I have a good job in insurance. But somethings missing. I feel like I’m old before my time. I need to inject some excitement into my daily routine through my arm before its too late. I need a challenge, something to get the adrenaline pumping again. An addiction would be nice, but, in short, I need a nemesis. I’m willing to pay $350 up front for you services as an arch enemy over the next six months. Nothing crazy. Steal my parking space, knock my coffee over, trip me when Im running to catch the BART and occasionaly whisper in my ear, “Ahha, we meet again”. That kind of thing. Just keep me on my toes. Complacency will be the death of me. You need to have an evil streak and be blessed with innate guile and cunning. You should also be adept at inconsicuous pursuit. Evil laugh preferred. Send me a photo and a brief explanation why you would be a good nemesis.

British accent preferred.”

Release me!

I don’t recommend walking while eating Subway. Or any food for that matter. Because then your stomach hurts. That’s pretty much all I can say so far for today. I’ve finally combated my three-week long coffee addition but have not gotten the hang of eating properly, ie. at the right time and place. Hunger strikes around 11am if not sooner. And Hunger does discriminate. My co-workers don’t feel the pangs until 1:30pm the earliest. Anyway, I have not done much today as you can guess. Finishing up an assignment from yesterday and beginning a new one today. Other than that, the general boredom and fending off the hunger that comes with deprivation.
I did, however, during this walk, discover many new places in my surroundings. Such as stores that sell mannequins and the likes. Very interesting. Oh and a shop with international soccer apparel. Fun! I also acquired many unkind looks from girls walking my direction as I shoved my face continually into my sandwich. Mmm roast beef on whole wheat with black olives. And toasted! My fave!

4.10pm
I’ve never wanted to get out of here as badly as I do now. It’s like being a kid and enduring the last few days of class before school lets out for the summer. PAINFUL. I know the sun is shining outside! Let me out let me out!

Skirt

Today actually is going by quite quickly. I mean, I only spend endless hours this morning figuring out what to blog upon. Not really. I mean, I knew it was time to do a feature on runways, but actually going through a gazillion pictures to find ones I could actually use? Priceless. Anyway, it took altogether too long but at least I had a lunch date with an old friend to look forward to. That was nice. Olive Garden and endless bowls of garden salad. What a treat!
For someone aspiring to dress nicely, I have missed the mark today. My skirt keeps sloshing around my waist, converting my knee length pencil skirt into a teeny pre-teen crotch skirt every time I sit down. Yelp.  Perhaps tomorrow will be a better fashion day. I can only hope

meh

Stupid WordPress wouldn’t work and I was getting antsy and super FRUSTRATED. I WANT MY LUNCH! and now this goddamn fly is buzzing around again. ARGHHHHHHHH!

I think WordPress sensed that I was aggravated and might drop-kick the computer and therefore decided to cooperate. Good boy.

Back from lunch, food in my belly, and quite content. I continued my life of social networking / “reaching out” to a worthy audience. New job function I should say. I even had my first interns-only meeting this morning! Whoop! I’m part of the club! A PRIVATE club! MUSE MUSE MUSE. I wonder what their musings look like. Do they have any? Perchance I should ask. Or not.
So the elevator was broken before. That or really really stupid. I pressed the god forsaken button multiple times to no avail. It wouldn’t even turn on its stupid orange light. Jerk. I was also scared that if I got into the broken/retarded elevator I might never get out again. Lucky me ended up on that elevator and not the other one. After pressing the up button. To go down. MEH.

Something should be done. Perhaps I should contact the National Elevators Federation. As if there is one. Bonus points if there is. Yahoo told me today that Elevator Repairmen earn the most money for a blue collar job. Interesting. Well maybe they should come repair this elevator. It could use a face lift.