A day in the
life of a bored intern
The pink cubicle is a comforting amniotic
sac, a place where ideas are born and bred. Not in this cubicle
though. The only thing bred here is an ugly monster named boredom.
The only way to eliminate this object of disdain is to sit in front
of the computer and pretend that you have many things to do... write
stories, draw pictures on paintbrush. Whatever gets you by...
What I have
come to realise while sitting at this wooden desk, and enjoying
my solitude, is that interns, to say the least, get little or no
respect within a company. Yes, the rumours are true; we get the
projects that the boss usually does not have time to handle.
If you are
like me, and enjoy doing things independently, and want to get things
done as soon as possible, you will most definitely bump into your
old enemy - boredom. Unfortunately, everything you do has to be
run through by your boss, who doesn't always have the time of day
for you. Of course, he is not only your boss but boss of so many
people. Much like a Hindu deity, he will have his hands full with
telephones, pens, papers, while typing up reports and doing countless
other things. And much like a Hindu deity, he is very intimidating...
maybe not to you, but when you are working for him, boy, he can
it is fascinating. Just when you think he is not going to ask you
about some assignment, he will definitely walk upto you and ask
you, and of course, being totally caught up in the picture you were
drawing or understanding the fascinating features of Microsoft Powerpoint,
you will not have a clue what he is going on about.
Where do you
fit in this chaotic world? You, unfortunately, are a pain in the
rear because he has to balance his own work and be your guide through
this entire process. In other words, you are another ball in his
endless juggling act, an extra object that he does not have the
time to balance.
There are two
alternatives within this situation. One, you could play dumb. Simply
play the part of a person who has no clue about doing the simplest
of tasks and constantly takes many hours to do an easy assignment.
But alas, this is not me. I cannot play stupid even if my life depended
on it (those who know me may think otherwise). The other alternative
you may have is do the little work you may have early on and then
wait around for boredom to rear its ugly head, which believe me,
Thanks to a
certain woman and a cigar, us interns have had a bad rap. I cannot
count the endless snickers or sly smiles I have had to endure when
announcing the fact, that I am, in fact, an intern. What is wrong
with being an intern? We do all the work that people either do not
want to handle and we have to struggle with concepts that we have
no comprehension of. With no disrespect attached to Ms. Lewinsky,
are interns really considered bosses' women on the sly? Anyway,
I am not in this position to get some action, rather, get some knowledge
about the workplace. Don't hide your chuckles, I can hear you...
The funny thing
is, I am working here because I want my resume to look good, to
show that I am a person of versatile talents and experiences. This
internship would also expand my knowledge and thus help me in my
university work for the next two years. This is, of course, theoretically
if one thinks that sitting around trying to look intelligent would
be useful in the future... however, if you are a government employee
I am sure this is nothing new.
me to my next item of discussion, why am I doing a university degree?
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my life in the United States, living
in a small dorm room and coping with the insane amount of work,
the variety of people, the noise and the craziness that comes with
it. But the reality is, I use up four years of my life, to get a
piece of paper. Yes, there are certain hitches namely "further
education" and "skills in order to cope with the real
world" which are attached to this exclusive piece of paper.
But again, in the end, it still is a piece of paper. Not any ordinary
piece of paper, as mentioned before, it dictates your entire destiny,
your future job, pay, probably even your future partner. Ironic
thought, isn't it?
So, here I
am, sitting at this wooden desk, sitting at the computer, staring
at the screen until my eyes get blurry, thinking about things that
may affect me one day far into the future. Personally, I think this
is the place that time forgot, at least for me. As the old saying
goes, "time flies when you are having fun". I rest my