On the Metro this morning, a male intern got on at Foggy Bottom towards Largo, wearing his 'uniform' of khakis, a white button down shirt, and carrying a blue blazer with his ID hanging off his belt. Aside from it being 9:15 (when I usually head in to work), the big tip off that he was late and hungover was the fact that instead of wearing dress shoes, he had on slippers and no socks.
No, he was not carrying a bag that could have had shoes in it. Unless he leaves his dress shoes under his desk at work, he was in for a fun morning.
I work in the front office for a Senator, and after training one of our interns on the phones for a few days, we felt like she could sit at a desk while our tour coordinator went into the back to work on some things. I was answering call after call, and kind of wondering what she was doing and why she was not picking up any of the lines. I looked over at her desk, and she had scissors out clipping her arm hair!!! I must have had an awful look on my face, because she noticed and said, "I mean, they were getting a little long..."
Please, do that at home, in your own bathroom, not in a Senator's front office at someone else's desk!
I remember how overwhelming the Metro system can be during the first few days in DC, particularly after moving here from a city that had no bus service and probably less than five taxis. That overwhelming feeling must have overtaken the poor intern who sat next to me yesterday as I boarded the train at Capitol South in the direction of L'Enfant. In a brief moment of fear, said intern began looking around frantically and asking what line she was on, when told she was on blue she sighed and declared "oh good, this takes me right to Pentagon City."
The nice person next to her suggested that she could get to Pentagon City much faster if she transferred to yellow at L'Enfant and then Pentagon City would be only two stops after that. Responding in a horrified voice the intern declared "Oh no! That is much too hard. It is so easier just to wait until the blue line gets there."
So breaking it down, scared intern would rather sit on the blue line for EIGHT extra stops just so she won't have to walk up an escalator and get on another train that says yellow.
I am a proud Washingtonian who recently started an internship at a Smithsonian museum. During orientation this week, I overheard a conversation between two other interns, a short yet sweet quip that succinctly portrays the typical intern mentality of constant academic comparison: "Yeah, I go to Yale. But don't worry, I, like, never know what I'm talking about." At least this intern was cognizant of the 'importance' of their place of education.
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