Jaideep Patel relives the horror of his internship as he recalls the lessons learnt.
I was an intern back in 2003. It’s hard to believe it was 12 years ago, but I remember it very vividly because it was an usually difficult time for me. Let me bring you up to speed.
Once upon a time
I began applying for an internship placement a couple of months before it was due to start. I studied interface design (which is in some ways similar to product design but I won’t bore you with the technicalities) and our internships were known as industrial trainings. However, I was unlucky from the start – I faced rejection after rejection. When I finally landed an internship, it was as a graphic designer in an IT company specialising in software solutions. It couldn’t be further from what I was supposed to be doing, but I had no choice. Time (and my self-confidence) was quickly running out, as I had already missed out on the first 3 weeks of my internship. I would be in serious trouble with my supervisor if I didn’t complete 14 weeks.
So, I took the offer, and off I went in my oversized hand-me-down office wear.
In an office far, far away
A big part of me dreaded the whole affair, but it was something I had to do. The only thing on my mind was FEAR: fear of failing the industrial training, fear of extending another year in university and fear of graduating after my friends have long left.
Things just got a whole lot worse when I actually began my first day at work. The office was cold and soulless; it’s interior completely void of any character. I soon found out that this was the proud project of the CEO, who was a strict follower of the laws of Feng Shui. Decorations were kept to a minimum – it was absolutely spartan. I’ve seen livelier hospital cafeterias.
It wasn’t long before I actually started meeting the people who worked there. Apart from a handful of friendly people, the office was occupied by a bevy of disgruntled characters taken straight from a TV show. There was the pretentious telemarketer with the fake (and terribly annoying) accent, the fearsome dragon lady who masqueraded as the second-in-command in the absence of the boss, the rude technical assistant who was infinitely angry at everything and everyone but himself.
This couldn’t get any worse. Could it?
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