Já: First Three Days of Internship
First Day
Woke up with the mainstream
feeling of entering new chapter in life. Brighten up the day with
Tame Impala's album while on the jeepney. I went to the office
feeling amazed at how I managed to be there more than 15 minutes
earlier.
Without the assurance of
getting a lab gown, I paced through the entrance with long strides. I
saw my "from this day onward" workmates came out the door and
exchanged greetings. Luckily, at exactly 12pm, my senior QA
lend me a lab gown. I acclaimed
her generosity.
I was oriented verbally. Once
I've entered the workplace, there's a sudden spine-chilling sensation on the scene. A good one. Never been there but I
felt belongingness. A rush of blood to the head (A Coldplay fan
here).
A fellow intern (Hazel Cruz)
who started a week ahead of us (Me and Angel Chan) welcomed and
introduced me to the commissary and to all the people working.
As usual, I can barely remember the names. Only 7-10 names and
face and I'm seeing colors. Anyways, seeing the whole
system filled me with delight as I was told to observe.
I find it challenging being a
Quality assurance officer intern at his first day. Truly, it is
a different dimension from theoretical. I kept a chant
"I'll get used to it" on my mind.
I continued to observe and
circled the whole plant. I still can't believe I'm
"working" here.
Since it was my first day, my
QA trainer allowed me to go before 9pm. I don't know
exactly what to feel. Being happy because I'll get home early or
sad because it's over for the day.
I ate heated lasagna and
discarded trials of puff pastry treat given by our QA officer, Kenneth. I left the office with a full tummy.
At the end of the day, I
pondered the benefits and pros as I watched the Cubao buses paved
their way through the busy roads of EDSA. It gave me a lasting
sense of euphoria.
Second Day
I signed the sheet with my name
on it at 11:55 am. Last song Syndrome is on Panic at the
Disco's Victorious as I walked into the commissary hall with my
haircap, facemask and newly washed lab gown on.
A room full of briskly walking,
baking, rolling and kneading men was the first scenery. I
was told to line-check the bakery section. There I saw 4-5 guys
making a batch of Pandesal with tuna filling. On the right were
some enormous machines to make the work accurate and quick. I
went there looking clueless.
To perfectly start to remember
names and their faces, I started with a couple of questions. I
was glad that they are answering nicely. I continued
interrogating lightly as I examine their personalities. I am struck by
the way the bakery products are made. Three names I can
remember: Romy, Kamir, Joel.
The clock's short hand pointed
at three when Angel and I decided to explore the whole
commissary. I could say that somehow, I've memorized the
place.
I find it great to wander
around inside those walk-in chillers.
Find it appetizing at the
gourmet section.
Find it artsy at the
confectionery and cakes.
Technical at baking section.
Hazel lend me her mug to try
the coffee machine. It was a wrong move to bring it on the line as
i was checking on Angel. Another bad move, we tried to
do the cakes.
After I finished the coffee, I
just got back to work and continue being a QA.
The shift ended and before I
went outside, our QA officer (Kenneth) offered to try taste cake. I left the office again with a full tummy.
The commute was fine with
Coldplay's A Head full of Dreams Album with the moment of
thinking new strategy of doing my work efficiently.
Third
Day
I didn't crush it to make the
ends meet. I am 9 minutes late at the shift of 10am. I guess
the timeline's not the same when it's 12nn.
I am "quite" used to
the routine, so I brought my own tumbler for the coffee and tea.
Something new today is the
receiving of raw materials. We were taught to, obviously, receive
products and reject some that didn't meet the standard.
Products were Cucumbers, Onions, Tomatoes and Nitrogen packed Romaine
Lettuce from two different
suppliers.
A little lecture while we check
the goods was taught by Ms. E. Leaving a remarkable saying "Too much
analysis is paralysis." We also learned how to check, examine and sign the goods and proof of reception.
At break, we went to the pantry
and ate our pack lunch together with other workers. A great
time indeed.
Standing and walking around the
working place with a black leather shoes made my feet do
its silent protests. As I do the line-checking, asking and
correcting the norm, i found myself wanting to sit for a while and
take a milk tea.
The shift ended with new
realizations.
I was told to bring my journal.
So this part is journal-ception.
I signed out to the guard 30
minutes after my shift and rode a jeepney with my favorite
playlist.
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Just to fill in my blog because internship is a thing.
Internship duration: 11/25/16 - 02/29/17
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