How I Spent my Internship - The Coffee Shop
Here’s an old pic of me from my internship. The office was located on the second floor of this quirky little building that had a coffee shop, a drug store, and a few other small businesses on the ground level. I used to love the atmosphere—there was always this subtle buzz of activity. You’d hear snippets of conversation from the café, a door chime from the pharmacy, and the soft clatter of heels on the stairs as people filed into work. The coffee shop downstairs became my morning ritual. They knew my name (and my order) by the second week. I’d always stop in before heading up—usually something simple like a vanilla latte or cold brew if I was running late. On slower mornings, I’d sit with my cup and people-watch for a few minutes before the workday officially began. It made the internship feel less like a humiliating grind and more like something I had chosen for myself.
