Friday evening

Its Friday evening, the best time of the week! I know anyone (including me) reading this on a Monday morning would like to wring the scribe's neck out of sheer jealousy and frustration. But still, dont' forget, there's a Friday evening after every Monday morning (though the intervening period may not exactly be a Disneyland ride) !!!

Hmm, coming to the title of this blog. Three weeks have elapsed since I commenced my internship in this place, which is a behemoth of the software world and whose founder is the richest man on this planet. No prizes for guessing where I am. May be three weeks are not sufficient to get a hang of what life in the corporate jungle is all about, but I'm endeavoring to catalogue the thoughts that have sprouted and repercussions that the past 3 weeks have had on me.

At the start of my internship, my situation was akin to that of a child who has just taken admission in a new school in the middle of the session. Unknown faces, unfamiliar territory and unpredictable proceedings were engendering the proverbial butterflies in my stomach (which was already stuffed with a heavy breakfast :D). The first day was good, and I spent most of the time setting up the dev environment on my system. I stayed at the office for about 12 hours, only to return at 9;30 P.M. "Man, this is corpo stuff", I thought. However, the next few days saw my confidence plummeting and my travails mounting. I was immediately thrown into work, and that too into something I was a complete novice in. "Mannn, THIS is corpo stuff", I thought.

Things got tight as my PM (Program Manager) often walked into my cubicle while I was gloriously chatting away on gtalk or unearthing the sundry truths of orkut. And with my fellow interns galvanizing into action at the drop of a hat, I felt ashamed and abashed. And then came along "that sinking feeling".

Time passed and things started to ease out. In the midst of all the chatting and orkutting, I actually found myself working (ofcourse, to great discomfiture) and actually accomplishing some things (though their magnitude was miniscule). And then again I thought, "Man, this IS corpo stuff".

I've spent the last few days doing nothing worthwhile (except baroquely ornamenting my wretched blog) but my PM has forewarned, "Monday onwards, we swing into action." I hate action flicks all the more now.

In retrospect, I feel it has been a good experience so far. I've learnt some things but a lot many still remain to be drilled into my head. And I'm game for them. For a change, its good to live a sedentary lifestyle (though the gymming at the end of the day is the most enjoyable part of it).

Hmm, but will there ever be a stage when I can say, "Man. THIS IS CORPO STUFF."