I just did the math and I’m set to work 173 hours at the DCCC this fall. Unfortunately (or perhaps very fortunately), this is the last you’re going to be reading about it.
I just got off my 9 minute phone interview for the DCCC. Noteable questions included:
I don’t pick up my phone when it’s a private number. I don’t pick up my phone it’s a regular number. I don’t pick up my phone when one of my contacts is calling me. I don’t pick up my phone, okay?
But this unknown phone left a message for me right as I was getting out of Ms. Gilliam’s car from the background check today. I listened to it on my way back to the dorm, and it sort of felt like a guy who I’d given my number to months ago was finally calling me back. I was a little annoyed that he’d waited so long, but a little excited.
No, it was not a guy. That’s how terribly lame I am, that I just compared an internship offer to a guy.