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The Life and Times of the Intern

First off, I'd like to ask all you lovely folks to excuse my ten-day absence. I've been working on a different project (more on that later this week). Anyway, as you probably guessed from the title (I hope?) this project is about an internship. More specifically, my internship with an NGO called Daksh (http://dakshindia.org, for those of you want to take a look) and what I learned during my three-week-long foray into working in an office.

I started about three weeks ago - the 10th of April, if memory serves. I was working to set up the website for their newest project. For the first time ever, I had to work for eight straight hours a day. Admittedly, it was draining, at least in the beginning. But the good news is, the website is finally ready. The bad news? Being a minor, they had an excuse to NOT pay me for doing it. I spent 8 hours a day for three weeks of my life working at that website and what did I get in return? "Experience". Wow.

No, I'm only joking. It was actually quite enjoyable. It was the first time I was working in a team where one person does all the work and everyone takes the credit, which is in itself a deeply refreshing experience.

My boss - named Kavya - was really not that boss-like, but still warrants an entire paragraph. She didn't boss me around much, which was nice. She was rather busy dealing with all the billions of other things that Daksh does, so I was pretty much left to my own devices where the website was concerned  - except for text formatting and fonts. Kavya was very picky about fonts. The website had to look exactly like she had made it look in the Word file full of content she would send me. Nonetheless, I suppose she was a good boss, because she managed to get me off my lazy behind and working.

The other person working in the office was called Ramya. She and Kavya had been working together for around six months, and would constantly chat as they worked. I'd be involved in the conversation too, and it quite helped to relieve the tedium of programming.

All in all, I quite enjoyed it. I was actually expecting  to feel quite bored working for eight hours a day, but I wasn't. I'd love to work there again if they'll have me.

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