Status day 5 (Wednesday). Your write place.
Every world has a social hierarchy and in the working one the intern is somewhere near the bottom.
After logging in at 10 am as I usually do, I walked across to the other room where my workspace is. But as I entered I could immediately see in the small slit between the frame and the door a picture of a meeting ensuing that as intern I wasn’t supposed to be part of. Our breed of the labor force are like the extras in a movie. You need them to be part of the scene but they don’t have the big speaking roles - at least while you’re rolling the camera.
Although I felt obviously awkward, in moments like these you can only do what you know, which in my case is to continue unpacking my laptop like it was any other day. Because as an intern you wait to be told what to do in fear that you might do something to piss off the big players at the top. And since it took awhile for my EIC to kindly tell me to work downstairs first, that’s the only thing I knew I could do.
It wasn’t so bad, it’s just one of those moments where life makes it blatantly obvious that you’re still a small fish in a very large ocean. Asides from that one of the bands I pitched for the June/July issue got picked so I get to interview and write about them!
Photo via here.
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