07.24.07
Disgruntle
Tonight was the intern end-of-term banquet. As happy as I am about it being the end of my term, I backed out of the banquet at the last minute. I know I’ve been a terrible sport this whole summer, sailing instead of hanging out with interns, avoiding intern lunches, and skipping the ’roundtables’ with the bigwigs, but my overall attitude toward the company has infected my interactions with the interns.
My work this summer inspires less interest than my first summer job making hamburgers. It’s just dull, repetitive, administrative junk that doesn’t fulfill any of my career goals. I haven’t received any of the help learning about the technology and how to use it that I was promised. Consequently, I’m singularly uninterested in actually completing the work assigned me.
To top it off, the interns are interested in basically two things: drinking and work. Now, I like drinking as much as the next guy and more than some of them, but it’s too often an end in and of itself, especially with this crowd. Outside of work, I don’t want to talk about work; our strategy for blah blah couldn’t interest me less.
I feel bad, to a degree, for turning my back on the intern community, because I’m sure some of them are in the same boat as me and are actually fun people to be around. The S/N ratio just isn’t high enough to make it productive to find them.