The most accurate description of how I felt when being woken up by Mike’s alarm at 6.30 only to find that he’s not in his room. In fact he wasn’t even in the flat:
Mike, I will assume that you’re trapped in an emergency room somewhere in Nigeria giving birth to a unicorn sideways.
Today is one of those days that could go either way. I could end up being in the most cheerful mood, delighted by my surroundings and the people around me or I could resort to the grumpy Jewish man I know inhabits my soul. The odds were against me when I was rudely awoken by the alarm of the man across the hallway only to be faced with an even more dreaded morning-nemesis: DC Metro. This rustic train experience, where the management is equally startled and perplexed when the morning rush-hour start and attempt to rustle up some trains, is what I imagine the Trans- Siberian Railway was back in 1865. The Metro is a dark, dark place where they do not waste the usage of either lights or signs, and the only thing that hints the existence of a platform is when the doors open. If you for some silly reason get absorbed in a book or paper, look up a few stops later, the chances of you actully knowing where you are is abysmal: No signs, no announcements (with the crackling of the speakers the driver might as well be speaking Dutch-pirate for all I hear) and dim lighting, you are lost. I have lost count of the times this has happened to me.
Another low to the day was when the 2km upwards escalator at Dupont Circle had stopped. ‘But don’t worry the Metro’ urged, ‘we’re in no hurry to fix this, simply walk up’. Summer has hit DC and it was 27 Degrees as I left the apartment. I stomped up the escalator, cursed at a car that drove when I reached the street as it was my turn to walk and slapped it with my newspaper only to find that no one was at the office and I couldn’t get in as interns aren’t trusted with office keys. Sigh.
Today is also the day when we will have an intern-meeting, to evaluate and bring the program forward. Now, my brief (albeit wonderful) stay in America has taught me that there is no such thing as a polite evaluation. Here, passive aggression is king of management meetings. I have for example been given the rhetoric of ‘This was your choice Miriam, so if you feel/act/laugh/ build a space rocket they way you do, then that was YOUR choice. WE, the management can’t do anything about your choices’ when being asked to give feedback about an issue that might bear a hint of criticism or concern. Listen, if you don’t want my feedback, don’t ask. They really are lovely at my office, but the weird relationship between the management and the interns works as a rather strong deterrent for cooperation and it will take more than a couple of feedback meetings to solve that issue. So that should be fun.
We have gotten 8 questions to answer, one of them is: ‘ In an ideal situation, what kind of support would you like to give as an intern?’Afternoon Sangrias. That would be an incredible improvement to the internship program in my opinion.
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