I place my cold palm on the surface of the steel door and the other hand on the sliver knob. I turn the door knob and step inside. A man of a skinny frame approaches me, "So you are our intern eh? Nice to meet you, I am Ben, founder of G. Architect" He holds out his hand. I nervously look at the floor and maneuver my palm to collide with his. I lightly grasp his palm and shake his hand tentatively. The next 4 months then become excruciating. Every day upon entering into the building I ask myself "When will it be over?" It is the same banal office work. Organize the blue prints, compile a vast collection of the past projects and create a system for easier navigation through the book of architectural regulation and the occasional mini-lecture on the use of Autocad.
On the last day, five minutes prior to my departure, Ben straightens my slumped back. He tells me, "Firm grasp when shaking a person's hand. Speak your mind freely; do not be afraid to voice your opinion out. Take initiatives. These skills are truly what you should pay consideration to..good luck kid."
On the last day, five minutes prior to my departure, Ben straightens my slumped back. He tells me, "Firm grasp when shaking a person's hand. Speak your mind freely; do not be afraid to voice your opinion out. Take initiatives. These skills are truly what you should pay consideration to..good luck kid."