Horrors from the Intern Desk

As August approaches, 4E reached out to some interning Hoyas to see how everyone’s summer has been going. What we found terrified us. Turns out that the internships that we slaved all year round to earn came with a few… quirks.

Read all about our favorite intern horror stories below!

Note: Stories have been edited for grammar only. Anonymity has been granted to all contributors in the effort to preserve hard-earned reputations and dignity upon their return to the Hilltop in the fall.

Just like in the middle school cafeteria, your seating choice may make or break you.
“The guy who sits at the desk behind me clips his nails once a week. I have to put headphones in to drown out the noise.”
Hard Truth of Growing Up: Sometimes, mom won’t be right.
“On my first day at my internship, my mom convinced me to not bring lunch because ‘Everyone will go out together!’ So I didn’t. I ended up sitting in a secluded room separate from the group of 25 interns. I decided to be brave and strolled right in there. Being my friendly self, I asked if anyone wanted to grab lunch. There was no response – not even a ‘Maybe tomorrow.’ Felt like a f****** moron.”
The fashion world was, in fact, accurately depicted in “The Devil Wears Prada.”
“My email is “intern1″ because in fashion, you don’t get a name.”
When you’re an intern, you are everyone’s last priority.
“One day, both of my bosses didn’t show up until 3 p.m. because they went to a meeting. This would have been fine, except that they didn’t tell me. I did nothing for six hours.”
Intensive labor is NOT out of the question.
“One of my jobs is to ensure that there is a pitcher of lemon water on my boss’ desk every morning. I cut and peel the lemons myself. He only accepts fresh squeezed.”
You better ~lose yourself~
“Someone in my office who I don’t know just calls me “Intern”. When I finally met him, I accidentally said “Hi, I’m Intern” instead of my name.”
Not everyone is, ahem, politically correct.
“I [a strong independent woman] got a “You can’t be in finance! You must be on the marketing team!” last week. I can’t decide if that’s a compliment, sexual harassment or gender discrimination.”
And finally, no one is safe from the refrigerator rascals of the world.
“Someone ate my lunch last week. I was very sad.”
We all know what happened next…