The Intern Experience Day 7 Last night it rained. This morning there was a blanket of dampness on everything. The cement was wet, slick. The neon lights of the office buildings with their off white glow were muted by the morning mist. Everything was dreary. It was another great day to go to work.
I got to bart this morning with enough time to decide if I wanted to bike from Montgomery street station to my internship or if I wanted to walk. Taking my bike on bart is annoying. People bump into me, the train is crowded, and I can’t play with my iphone properly. Walking on the other hand is just as troublesome, a longer commute, the possibility of getting wet, and the walk back from the office to Bart after I’m done with my shift seems unbearably longer. I looked at the time. I decided. I was bumped into six times and nudged once.
We shifted rooms again. I started off in the same room as yesterday but the other intern started off in the first room. Out of a sense of comradery I moved into the room with him.
Tech guy 1 came in to the room to fill up his water bottle. We complained about Bart. He said there was a shoot out this morning. SFPD shot at people trying to help the “perp” out of a crashed car. I mentioned that cops shoot at everyone now.
A gun discussion arose. The other intern deemed my home defense shot gun as useless as 1) it’s locked up so if someone is burgarlizing the house it would take too long to load to which I countered that it was for zombies which brought up 2) that all zombies are fast now.
Tech guy 1 invited us to sit with everyone else. So we did. I was a little paranoid about being watched over or dilly dallying on my computer too much. I think I might move to another room or my paranoid schizophrenia will start acting up.
Tech guy 2’s daughter has strep throat and enjoys being called “Dudette.”
Tech guy 1 ate a salad today. He appreciated the bacon bits immensely. I didn’t tell them that they aren’t made with real bacon.
Today I got a $10 sandwhich at a coffee shop with a French name that I can’t pronounce correctly. The barista was a tall, gaunt, white twenty something with large flaring nostrils and round goggle glasses. He talked about the weather.
A lot of tech people came into the shop. You can tell that they’re tech because they’re dressed business casual and they’re white. Rodney ain’t no techie.
I washed the dishes at work and brought in a pack of matches for people to burn after they poo. I ain’t pretending like my shit don’t stink.
Towards the end of the day we had to do a bug test for the website/app. That means they gave us a list of instructions to do step by step to see if there were any problems. It was framed as an easter egg hunt. The prize was going to be free diet dr. pepper (already free). Everyone found a bug so tech guy 2 brought out some.
"Everyone gets a Dr. Pepper," he said putting down the soda cans at people's work stations. He brought one over to me.
"No way. That stuff is disgusting" I exclaimed with knee jerk reaction.
The bug test went long. I stayed an extra 15 minutes til I mumbled something about having to teach kid’s class and left. The other intern stayed. I hope he reports the extra hours.
On my way out a tour stopped in front of the office, it was all white people except for the male Asian tour guide.
“This is a dive bar,” the tour guide said pointing at the bar next to the office. “You don’t go there for nice cocktails, you go there for simple things.”
A tourist took a picture. I felt my identity being compromised.