Category: Maja Writes… signals from an intern with nothing better to do.

He asked if I like tennis. I said I don’t play. He looked disappointed. He looked like I’d called his god a liar. He smells like fresh paper. I started humming Psycho Filler. It helps drown him out. I do not tell him that Novak Djokovic is my mother’s cousin’s husband’s brother. It never ends well. That could be a Hawking Teds song title. He smells faintly of stationery. Work is boring involving mostly typing things into spreadsheets that make no sense. But at least I’m indoors.

New Friday, new placement. Not sure why I’m here. They said “publishing company,” but everyone looks tired. One man with expensive hair and a purple notebook keeps following me. He talks about “creative ecosystems” and “brand identity.” I think he is the boss’s nephew. I try not to make eye contact. Uncle Novak used to have that song ‘Once in a LifeTime’ by someone called the Hawking Teds on repeat play where the singer repetitively sings, “Well, how did I get here?” And I now know why. Thanks God it’s the weekend soon.