A young intern, dressed in a t-shirt and khaki shorts, was proudly displaying his red badge at the Memorial Day Concert in front of the Capitol. At one point, he walked up to the rope that separated the VIP section from the public section and insisted that they let him through, using his badge as “proof” that he had been invited to sit up there.
Dear Intern: as far as everyone else in this world is concerned, your badge means nothing. And, outside of office hours, it really does mean nothing.
This blog is dedicated to those DC residents who eagerly await (or completely dread) DC Summer Intern Season. Essential to the function of most offices in DC, interns are willing to complete tasks that are often considered undesirable.
For many interns, this blog will not apply. For those interns to whom it does apply, we hope that you use these anecdotes to change your behavior and eventually change the stigma attached to DC interns.
PLEASE NOTE: While many offices are understandably concerned about anonymity, please be assured that we will never post identifying information (including, but not limited to, place of work or residence, name, or congressional office).
We welcome you to submit any and all absurd intern stories you are bound to experience this summer.
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To the interns: Please use this blog as a learning tool. Godspeed and best of luck this summer!