A little peek into a day in my life working as an intern
in San Francisco this summer!
6:45 A.M. Press snooze.
7:00 A.M. Reluctantly get out of bed, and start getting ready
(brush my teeth, do my hair and makeup, get dressed, the basics). For
breakfast, I’ll make myself a smoothie. Depending on the day of the week, I’ll
prepare my lunch for the day.
7:35 A.M. Head out to take the BART and begin my long commute.
Fingers crossed I can score a seat (bonus points if it’s not next to someone who
looks a little grimy...). Usually, I’ve arrived early enough to be successful.
I put in my earbuds and open up a book. If I’m just not quite at the mental
capacity to read yet, or if I’m just feeling lazy, I’ll play Candy Crush.
8:40 A.M. Arrive at the office, and usually not many people are
here yet. I can check my personal e-mail and browse some online deals before
actually getting to work.
9:00 A.M. Start working on some of my assignments. This can be
anything from writing a new blog post on interior design styles to researching
some brands and designers for SEO copies. Basically, I’ve got a long day of
writing ahead of me.
10:30 A.M. By now, I’m probably feeling a little snacky, so
I’ll grab a granola bar or a cheese stick from the kitchen.
12:30 P.M. Time for lunch! For the sake of time and
convenience, I usually buy Trader Joe’s frozen food that I can quickly throw
together in the morning and then reheat at work. On Wednesdays, we have catered
lunch that varies every week with anything from Jamaican food to sushi (truly,
one of my favorite parts about working here). Once in a while, I’ll decide to
treat myself and go out and buy lunch around the area. Some of my favorites are
Freshroll (for their Vietnamese pork bowls) and Ayola (gyros with the most
amazing Tzatziki sauce). After lunch, it’s back to work.
3:30 P.M. The day starts to feel too long, so I need an
afternoon pick-me-up. I don’t drink coffee, so it’s really just another snack
time. I grab a cheeky La Croix and choose one of the dozens of snack options
from the kitchen and head back to my desk.
5:00 P.M. Freedom! But not quite yet. I still have that horrid
commute back home, and my chances of getting a seat now are slim to none. If
you’ve ever taken BART during rush hour, you probably understand the pain of
being packed into train cars like animals with little air to breathe. Once a
week, I’ll go to Alonzo King Lines Ballet for an hour and a half of ballet
class before going home.
6:00 P.M. Now, I’m free. I am home, and I can waste time watching
clips of the Return of Superman on YouTube while my mom cooks dinner. My dad
and sister come home and we stuff our bellies with experimental dishes that my
mom has seen a recipe for online, but wants to put a healthier twist on.
8:00 P.M. After dinner, I might work on my blog a bit, do some
arts and crafts, or catch up on some Netflix.
10:00 P.M. I have an early bedtime now, because I value my
sleep too much to stay up late and wake up early. I shower and get ready for
bed, maybe do a face mask if I’m feeling a little fancy. I doze off listening to the sweet sounds of Broadway
musicals by 11.
