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The Cookifi Intern Experience

Before we get into the actual blog (I never do get straight into the blog, do I?), I'd like to let you guys know that we've crossed 14,000 pageviews. I actually meant to write this when I hit 10,000 pageviews, but what with one thing and another, I never really got around to it. However, 14,000 pageviews it is, and the three of you who gave me like 13,000 of those views and are now completely under my control, spread this blog like wildfire. More views, MORE VIEWS! BWAAAAHAHAHA!

Ahem, sorry. I go a bit mad with power sometimes. Anyway, onto the juicy stuff.

----- Begin sales pitch -----

For the past month and a bit, I've been interning with a company called Cookifi (you can check them out here. Can I have a raise now?). They're a startup where you can go and, in words plagiarized from the website's home page, "spread happiness from your own kitchen." In other words, you go to their website and pick one of the experiences ("experience" is a set menu). Cookifi will then send a chef to your house who will cook whatever you asked for in your kitchen. You can supply the ingredients yourself or have the chef bring ingredients for you. If you aren't in the mood for a good pasta or some Thai food (I've never not been in the mood, but apparently some people want to get Indian food sometimes. To each their own, I suppose.), you can ask for a chef who will come in every day and make regular rice and dal. Rice and dal, incidentally, is only 199 for up to four people.

----- End sales pitch -----

My job at Cookifi is to help build their website. Basically, that means I sit around and tear my hair out over ten lines of code in the desperate hope that I'll be able to get them to work correctly by the evening. I'm only joking, of course - I generally tear my hair out over five lines of code. Ten generally involves a good deal of smacking my head against the wall as well. 

Honestly, though, I quite enjoy my job. I make their website look pretty and also make sure that everything works and that you don't get an incomprehensible error message every time you push a button. I'm also occasionally called upon to implement a new feature in the website. 

I don't just code, however. We also regularly go out for pizza and ice cream to help us deal with the hair loss from the coding. Overall, I love the job. I even get paid a stipend which is, in the land of fifteen-year-olds, not inconsiderable in size. I'm also learning a lot, both in terms of programming and in terms of what exactly this "work" thing that 90% of adults complain about is. Now, as much as I'd like to come up with some snappy dialogue or deep thought to close this blog with, I'm extremely lazy and bad at ending things, so you'll just have to manage with this one.    


  1. So you had the time to write a freaking blog post about the reason you keep blowing me off... Smooth ritvik, smooth.


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