It was the day after Memorial Day and I flew back to DC from a weekend at the beach, early enough to be back at on the Hill by10 am. When I got to our office, I asked where our intern was and nobody knew. It was a busy day and lunch time rolled around and he still wasn't there. So, I texted him to see if he was okay. His response, "I'll be there soon. I guess the big city exhausted me, I slept though all my alarms." Exhaustion? More like the Irish Flu. Rookie mistake.
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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.
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