Intern Chick

Yesterday was my first day going into the office without my boss, Eva, being there. I checked her messages and called to check in with her. She asked me if I’d want to work an R&B event later that night, and made it sound like it was going to be painfully boring. Boy, was I eager to volunteer myself for that—not. I asked what she thought and she told me it’d be dumb for me to go so I declined her invitation, even though it sounded like a grand ol’ time.
I had a few assignments to get done and then I promised myself I’d suck up my shyness and ask some people around the office if I could help them. About 20 minutes after I started my work, the President/CEO’s assistant asked if I could cover her phones. Eva told me about interns covering those phone lines before--the exact phrase she used was “only special interns get to do that.” I was a little scared but the assistant said she just had to run down the hall for a second and no one would call. I sat there nervously and finally she came back. Have I made it into the special intern group??
Eva told me at 5:00 that I now HAD to work the event and that I would be out by 8. I wasn’t excited or mad. I had no idea what to expect. We left the office at 6 and got to the venue to find complete chaos and a bunch of people standing around not knowing what was going on. I was told I’d be working the door but everything was so hectic I ended up standing around holding Eva’s phone, kicking myself for wearing jeans and a t-shirt that day while everyone else was dressed to the nines. I met some interesting characters standing outside the club, holding two cell phones and two purses.
At one point, Eva’s phone rang. I stared at it and debated if I should answer it or not. Mistake. It went like this:
Me: Hello??
Him: EVA! I need you to get DJ a bracelet, he’s standing outside. Do whatever you have to do.
[silence]
Me: Um, this isn’t Eva…I don’t know where she went, but I can try to find her.
Him: Eva needs to get him a bracelet, he’s been standing outside for a long time.
(I should mention here that EVERYBODY was standing outside and there was nothing anybody could do about it)
Me: Okay, well, I’ll see if I can find her.
Him: Do you know who I am??
Me: Yea.
Him: GET IT DONE
[click]
These type of conversations used to upset me. Now they irritate me to no end. I don’t care who you are. And for the record here, the person on the other end of the line was no one important, and this was not his event. I did, however, take pity on the poor sucker who clearly suffers from some type of identity crisis, and found 2 bracelets for him and escorted him right past security. Eva handled most of the line at the door, and my shining moment of the night was when she said she was dying of thirst and I handed over my half empty warm bottle of Dasani. It was pretty much all downhill from there.
I finally got to leave at about 9:30 and caught a train at 10, and that proved to be a mistake all on it’s own.