The point of an internship is to learn things for doing, sometimes referred to as "skills." Here are things I am better at now than when I arrived in New York ten days ago:
- Convincing old women with terrible handwriting to let me fill out forms for them
- Maintaining an impenetrable facade of gruff indifference while riding the subway in the evening
- Using the copy machine, with whom I have developed a rapport and I may even go so far to say a kind of mutual understanding and respect
- On a related note: I can collate a fifteen item packet faster than you can
- Making friendly conversation with my foreign roommates
- Working my state of origin into conversation, which is really difficult in Michigan but very easy here
- Pushing in front of baby strollers, weaving between elderly couples, and leaping over the short or crouching in order to make a light
- My Twitter game has been pretty good
- Conserving phone battery even while navigating to a mischievously-located Potbelly Sandwich shop
- Coming up with bullshit ways to avoid writing something meaningful about my day
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