The Ending of My Internship
I started this internship wondering what I would experience. Absolute boredom? Slave driven? What would it be? I thought to myself. Two and a half months. How much can I get out of the place. Not much I guessed. I was so so wrong. What has surprised me so much is how attached I have become with the place.
Well maybe it isn't so much the place that I have become attached to, but rather the people there. At least I know that I have met a friend along the way. For the past month or so, I have settled myself down at the reception table. A long counter, big enough to fit two large chairs, tons of paper mess and two laptops. The ruckus that the two of us make there is incredible. Ever so often, we will find stares coming from the people nearby. Not nasty stares mind you. But rather stares that are meant to be part inquisitive, and part teasing. The colleagues often come to our table, finding food and finding some way to ease their stress and boredom (There is always food at our table, coz the staff leave it there when they buy goodies back from their business trips). Sharon (the Recept/Admin) has been a great person to be around. Making the move to change my seat to the recept table has been the smartest move I've ever made. We've both had our bad or stressful days, but not a day went by that was devoid of laughter and friendly bantering.
Brendan & Sean (The Irish and Chinese manager/supervisor) have been wonderful bosses. Whatever opinion I have they take it in think it over. The truth is one's opinion is never always acted upon. But the fact that they listened with an open mind and took the trouble to explain the decisions they have made, means much more to me than anything else. As to the other colleagues, they are respectful and openly show gratitude for the help that we are providing them. The truth is that I am just an intern. I expected to be ordered around and to take in the snobbish comments of arrogant consultants. But there was none of that at all. Sure, the people there are really busy and there are instances where they could not afford the time to attend to the stuff I needed to get from them. But that is all part and parcel of working life.
I could not have asked for more. And that is the truth, believe it or not.
Well maybe it isn't so much the place that I have become attached to, but rather the people there. At least I know that I have met a friend along the way. For the past month or so, I have settled myself down at the reception table. A long counter, big enough to fit two large chairs, tons of paper mess and two laptops. The ruckus that the two of us make there is incredible. Ever so often, we will find stares coming from the people nearby. Not nasty stares mind you. But rather stares that are meant to be part inquisitive, and part teasing. The colleagues often come to our table, finding food and finding some way to ease their stress and boredom (There is always food at our table, coz the staff leave it there when they buy goodies back from their business trips). Sharon (the Recept/Admin) has been a great person to be around. Making the move to change my seat to the recept table has been the smartest move I've ever made. We've both had our bad or stressful days, but not a day went by that was devoid of laughter and friendly bantering.
Brendan & Sean (The Irish and Chinese manager/supervisor) have been wonderful bosses. Whatever opinion I have they take it in think it over. The truth is one's opinion is never always acted upon. But the fact that they listened with an open mind and took the trouble to explain the decisions they have made, means much more to me than anything else. As to the other colleagues, they are respectful and openly show gratitude for the help that we are providing them. The truth is that I am just an intern. I expected to be ordered around and to take in the snobbish comments of arrogant consultants. But there was none of that at all. Sure, the people there are really busy and there are instances where they could not afford the time to attend to the stuff I needed to get from them. But that is all part and parcel of working life.
I could not have asked for more. And that is the truth, believe it or not.
posted by Raelin at Saturday, July 09, 2005
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