
Picture Credit to Witness #1
#1:
Wednesday's bomb threat on 19th and F left 100 or so college students in suits on lockdown in a GW dorm all morning. The highlight was the sign someone posted by the officer at the front door:
"Guys,
It's a BOMB. Go back to your room, wait, calm down, and put away your red badge. No one cares how much you do for this country.
-Everyone else"
#2:
Someone finally taped a sign up by the door that said the following:
"Guys. It's a BOMB. Put away your red badges and calm down, nobody cares."
I really don't understand why interns think they are so important. Last I checked, the threat of death is a little more imminent than your office's urgent need for someone to lick their stamps.
#2:
This morning, there was a bomb scare on F and 19th street. As a result, security officers came Mitchell (a GW dorm on 19th street) to prevent anyone from leaving, presumably to protect us from the bomb. Since nobody really knew what was going on, it was pretty stressful, and scary. The security officer didn't seem to know anything, but we kept hearing that there may have been a real bomb.
In spite of the fear that some interns, myself included, felt for our lives, other interns had other worries. I was astounded at the number of people who thought that their red badges would convince the security guard that they "really had to leave" and had "important work to get done." I couldn't figure out why so many people would elect to sit in the lobby for like four hours to wait when it was hot and crowded and gross, so I actually asked a group why they didn't just wait in their rooms. One girl, of course sporting a red badge, looked at me self-importantly and said, "Because I have to go to work as soon as we're allowed to leave."
"Guys. It's a BOMB. Put away your red badges and calm down, nobody cares."
I really don't understand why interns think they are so important. Last I checked, the threat of death is a little more imminent than your office's urgent need for someone to lick their stamps.
Gah, I lived in Mitchell last summer and it would be very entertaining to see the people who took their Hill jobs very seriously react to this. Being a Hill Intern (or any type of Intern) is like being a pledge, you do all the work the staffers do not want to do. You might seem important, but you really aren't. It happens, at least you are getting some experience in something you like to do.
ReplyDeleteI was there and totally went back to sleep. But seriously, you felt "fear...for our lives." LOL
ReplyDeleteHeh. I really love this one. At least they're a dedicated bunch - it's better than my intern from last summer who would literally tell me he had to be late for work because he was busy getting wasted the night before...
ReplyDeleteYou would think if there really was a bomb, they would want to get everyone out of there and as far away as possible as quickly as possible. I'm not understanding why they kept people locked in their dorms while they looked for the bomb. I would have wanted to get the hell out of there too, but not so I could go fold letters in a Hill office...
ReplyDeleteAnyone else find the whole "red badge" thing amusing? I'm not currently at the school, so I didn't know they had a literal meaning when I first started reading this. I just assumed it was someone being clever about being a hero (Red badge of courage). Also being a douche for being so careless with the word BOMB in DC, but thats besides the point.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I was there. It was like a little intern refugee camp down there. I went back to sleep and had someone call me when they let me out. Surprisingly, congress did not grind to a halt.
ReplyDeletei lived in mitchell last summer... and i would have been pretty pumped about the bomb threat. the work congressional interns is straight bs and i would have been happy to have gone back to sleep, or at least surf the super slow internet.
ReplyDeleteseriously though, knowing first hand who interns in dc and what the vast vast majority of these flunkies do with their time i would be less likely to hire somebody with an congressional intern on their resume.
Hahaha I remember this. I was so thirsty, and they wouldn't let us out. Finally some other intern showed me the entrance to 7/11 attached to Mitchell and I felt like a complete idiot.
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