Life as an Intern: Well thank goodness it wasn't a ticket!

Monday, May 23, 2011

Well thank goodness it wasn't a ticket!

I received my first piece of mail yesterday! It came in a ziploc bag, attached to my windshield.

I must preface this tale, with an explanation of the parking situation in DC.

I am parking on an unzoned street, so I don't need a permit. I parked last Monday, and haven't moved since.

So, when I saw a note on my windshield, I automatically thought "Ticket". But, much to my surprise (and joy that I didn't have to pay a fine) it only said: "Thanks for hitting my car, Asshole! & If that's you in the pictures in your back window... you're ugly as well. -XOXO"

So, in response, dear writer: There was one car behind me when I parked last Monday. I parked, and there was no contact between that car and mine. I still had two feet in between the two cars. I apologize that your car got hit, but I assure you it was not me. -With Love, Raj

Enjoy the photos, y'all. I can't believe he even put it in a ziploc. A nice ziploc too. Not one of those cheapo knock-off brands.

1 comment:

ScottJune 3, 2011 at 7:02 AM
Nice! I guess he just wanted to make sure you go the note for something you didnt do! What a wanker!
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Why 'hideyourbadge'?

Most interns in DC work 'on the hill'. The bosses in pencil skirts and bowties find it obnoxious that the interns 'on the hill' wear their badges everywhere. They think they are flaunting their lowly intern status, and should therefore Hide Their Badge.

I don't work on the hill. I have the utmost respect for those that do. Their hours are longer, their work is harder, and, most importantly, their dress code is much more strict. So, I say wear that badge with pride. You worked to get there, you're working there now, and let's be real, DC wouldn't run without the slave labor that are unpaid internships. So, get good use out of that badge.

Coming into the internship scene, I planned to Hide My Badge, as I had read online that it is looked down upon. I now realize that we also have power in this situation. They need us. So, by golly, they can look at our badges. Especially those on Capitol Hill. If all you've given us is a badge and b*tch work, let me flaunt my damn badge.