I get my first “urgent” email. The subject line is in all caps. My heart rate spikes. It turns out “urgent” means “please format this table by 5 PM.” But no one told me that. So I spend twenty minutes hyperventilating over a comma. the diary of intern life pdf

12:45 PM

Lunch is a sad desk salad eaten while watching a tutorial on how to use the printer. The printer has seventeen buttons. I’ve pressed six. My sandwich is getting warm. 7:30 PM I get my first “urgent” email

Tomorrow, I’ll figure out the water tank. the diary of intern life pdf

11:30 AM

8:47 AM