the life of an intern

I've survived through three days at my internship. The good thing is that each day it becomes slightly easier and less intimidating. True to form, the first thing I was asked to do on the first day was to make coffee for a meeting. hah. i couldn't help snickering about how ironic it was. However, that is the only time I've done it.

Besides answering phone, filing, and other basic secretarial work, I research various things for the different people at the company. For example, I looked up all of the casinos in the Mississippi Gulf area and who owned them. I also researched what different organizations in the Department of Labor did, such as the Women's Bureau and 21st Century Workforce. Anyone know who the Minister of Agriculture is in Senegal? Oh no worries, I can answer that now... it's Habib Sy.... come on... who wouldn't know that.

Each day the forty ASP students head out all over the city to serve in their various internships - everything for on the Hill to the Holocaust Museum to World Vision. I can either ride the bus or walk to my internship - depending on how much time I have. I find that when I walk I realize how much more is going on in this city. Today, I passed by the Capitol as people queued up for Robert's hearing and the rush of people in suits came off the Metro. Oh, but take a second to notice the line of homeless people throughout the streets as well.... ahh yes, this is DC.