Whose Desks These Are

Another week at the internship, another office.  Most interns get cubicles at the internship.  Even people who work here full time get cubicles.  But not me.  I get offices.  With doors and wide desks and tables on the side and a couple of extra chairs.  Because I deserve it.  But mostly because they don't have a space for me, so I switch from office to office, squatting wherever someone has left for vacation.  This cushy arrangement usually comes to an awful and awkward end every Monday morning (three and counting) when I show up at work, the previous occupant at their rightful spot, and I once again have no idea where to sit.  It's exacerbated by the fact that I can't seem to be able to show up at the internship late, no matter how hard I try, and no one here is actually at their office at 9:00am.  So I just sit in the reception area, waiting for one of three to four people who can help me to come and tell me where to sit.  Which is wonderful.  Three weeks into my internship.  This morning, as people walked by the front desk, there was a lot of: "Haven't you started working here?"  "Yes, but I don't have a desk."  "Oh.  And the secretary is-?"  "Not here."  "And your supervisor is?"  "Not here."  "And that other lady in charge of this?"  "Not here."  "Well, see ya!"

PS. Even more awesome.  Just discovered that the person whose desk I'm sitting at did not put a vacation message on her phone.  And I can't do it for her because I don't have her password.  There's going to be a lot of phone ringing this week.