Update: I bought new shorts! Details at the bottom of this post.
I have long joked to my friends that if reincarnation ends up being real, I hope I come back as a woman who looks good in shorts.
Right now, I definitely do not. I have always been afflicted with blessed with thighs. My legs are somewhat long but no matter how fit I am (or how fit I am not) at various points in my life, I have always had thighs.
As proof, here are two photos of me when I was fit as hell and still studying dance of various styles at least three days per week. All I see are thighs. Thighs like giant hams.
My dance studio was involved in a local fashion show
Tomorrow is Monday. For most people, it will be just another work week starting. But for me, it is the worst anniversary: two years since we lost Dad.
July 17 used to be just another summer day, but now it looms like an exam I didn’t study for or a long, painful dental appointment.
As this summer approached, I didn’t think about lounging by the pool or trips to the beach. Instead I thought “was Dad in the hospital by now two years ago?” Anxiety festered inside me as I tried to decide how I should observe the day. I worried “what if I missed the anniversary completely? What if I forgot?”
This week, office buildings throughout the U.S.* will be flooded with summer interns. In some offices, the interns may already have shown up.
Part blessing, part curse, their supervisors are charged with teaching them about a possible career path while simultaneously keeping them busy enough to avoid having to hear them suck up.
Maybe that is just me.
Property of Mark Parisi
In case my interns ever find this blog, I have a few things I’d like them to know and do. If they don’t read this, maybe they can just read my mind instead.
Be prompt, but not early, on your first day. Your boss might be scrambling to set up your workstation and/or drink her coffee.
Listen more than you talk. If I ask you about your weekend, I am not looking for a lengthy discourse on what club you hit. I’m being polite.
Don’t call me Dude, Bro or Girl. Not ever.
Make statements sound like statements, not questions.
Don’t ask when you’re going to get to do “more interesting work.” That actually happened to me and during week 2 of an intern’s tenure.
Before asking me something really basic, consider “can I Google this?” The answer is probably yes.
If you email me your work and it should print on one page, but doesn’t, I reserve the right to fire you. At a minimum I will treat you with scorn for the next two weeks.
Spellcheck everything. Every email, each document (yes, even Excel spreadsheets), all of it.
Most assignments will have a due date, but don’t think of them as a race. I’d rather the work be done right than fast. Plus keeping you interns busy is HARD.
Before you send your work to me, ask yourself “is this what she asked for?” The answer is probably no so cut out a step and try to fix it before I ask you to.
Be eager to work and excited about the opportunity. But if you ever think “do I resemble a panting puppy?” you probably do and nobody needs that.
Link to your boss and colleagues on LinkedIn if it’s used in your industry. But not the first day. Or the second. You should be busy learning the lay of the land – or at least how to log into your computer and voice mail – until week two.
Never add your boss or senior colleagues on Facebook. If they friend you, accepting them or not is your call (usually).
Follow your boss and new colleagues on Twitter.
Don’t talk about your internship’s details using social media (or at all) unless explicitly directed to.
Dress a smidge more professionally than you think is needed. Not a suit, per se, but if you show up in my office in a halter top (women), shorts, baseball cap or flip-flops (either), I may not fire you on the spot, but know that I will really, really want to.
Don’t hook up with your boss.
Don’t hook up with your boss’ boss.
If you’re thinking of hooking up with a fellow intern, wait at least two weeks to do so. The feeling may pass and/or you might realize that fellow intern is a jackass who could in some way or another make it impossible for you to get a permanent job at the company.
If you have the opportunity to date your boss’ boss’ boss and s/he is actually single, doing so and quitting the damn unpaid internship might be better than having a career anyway. Yes, I’ll go hand in my Feminist Club membership card immediately.
Remember that internships can give you a big advantage in finding a full-time job, but also that if things go wrong, it’s [generally] not the end of the world. Keep in mind that I never did a single internship during college and instead saved my mistake-making for my first ‘real’ job post-college and I turned out fine. More or less.
What advice would you give interns?
*Do Canadian companies rely on interns the way U.S. companies do? If so, do Canadian companies pay? If yes, please don’t tell U.S. interns about this. I’m serious.
One thing I miss about my DC life: I had a pool there. My condo building has a small rooftop pool, but the rental building I lived in for six years had an awesome pool. I used to look out from my balcony to decide if it was crowded or not.
Ah, my old pool
I started writing a post about pools I might use this summer, but it depressed me sufficiently that I am only posting two (below).
Why depressed? I realized that I’m just not a public pool person, and also that while I don’t mind spending money, I generally prefer that it not be my money spent.
How about you? Perhaps you have a pool I can swim in?
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The pool at King & Grove Williamsburg is accessible to non-residents – for a price. $40 $45 gets you a day pass. First come, first served. Looks like packages only now.
Nice round-up of Brooklyn public pools via Brokelyn