At lunch with other IBM interns:

Intern 1: So, how old is everyone?
Intern 2: 22
Intern 3: 23
Intern 4: 22
Intern 5: 26
Intern 1: So, every one here is at least 21, right? So we can all go to the bars sometime?
Me: :Drops head in shame: No. I’m 20.

I’ve been imagining this nightmare for a long time now, and — oh look– it just happened. I was really hoping that there would be other not-21-yet interns, but there is no such luck. I guess I just have to accept that I am going to be the Least-Cool-Kid at IBM for the next eight months.

Sigh. I am So. Un. Cool.

Not only am I the lone too-young-to-get-into-bars, but of course, my department was the first to move out of the Finance building, into an empty building full of sweet cubicles. So, while all the other interns get to play ping-pong and air-hockey together in the Finance building, I am banished to my rockstar-cubicle with a sliding door. That is, until next week, when the other departments follow suit.

To further my un-coolness, I need to abide by my Same-as-a-Kindergarten-er-bedtime.

Reader, after reading all about my lack-of-Cool-Factor, I’m surprised you were able to get this far into the blog.

Thanks!

LOVE,

Under-aged Rachel

P.S. I made high-level (but non-alcoholic) cookies tonight. Be impressed.