An apple-faced, overconfident summer intern – prominently displaying his yellow-green badge on the breast pocket of his suit – marched into our office today to request a meeting with our Member of Congress for ... wait for it ... himself and his girlfriend. The beauty of it? He's not even a constituent.
The intern proceeded to list the only two dates they were available and that they both wanted to discuss with the Member of Congress issues they “found key to the well-being of [the Member's] district.” Upon leaving, the intern asked our staff assistant for the Member's business card to contact him directly as well about his meeting request. Needless to say, the intern was given our scheduler’s business card instead. Bonne chance.
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.
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