That intern: The commuting intern
Every intern class has so many personalities that they could fill a "Real World" cast. And every class has "That Intern" -- as in, "Don't be that intern." Each day I introduce you to one of those interns.
(Today's intern was suggested by Rachel Benedict, an advertising intern here at The Post.)
For an intern shifting through Craigslist listings, it sounded like such a great find: Huge, luxurious, furnished one-bedroom apartment in suburban Virginia for less than a thousand bucks a month. Walk to restaurants and big-box stores! Short three-mile bike ride to the Vienna metro station!
Then that intern arrived in Washington and calculated just how long it would take to venture to work each day.
The same mistake was made by the intern who thought living in the dorms at the University of Maryland College Park was a great idea. Or the intern who decided to move in with a family friend in Bowie. Or the intern who thought Baltimore was just a quick train ride from the Hill.
The commuting intern spends hours each day in transit, biking or walking or driving or riding the bus or train. One deviation from the norm -- like rain, a flat tire, an accident on the beltway, Metro delays, construction, forgetting to transfer trains, a back-up at the Starbucks drive-through -- means the commuting intern will be late. And the commuting intern is almost always late.
Want to help me stereotype over-worked, under-appreciated, misunderstood interns? Shoot me an e-mail.
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