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!!!