• There is more to interning than making tea and photocopies. At least in my case
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Who would’ve thought that seeking an attachment would be this treacherous? I mean, I’m not even getting paid! In one week, I’ve even been to the chief’s office because one of the requirements was a letter from the area chief.
I’ve been in and out of the offices of my insurance provider. And stomaching the foul attitudes of some human resource managers. Oh! Everything they say about people in HR was definitely true.
Gone to Huduma Centre to get a good conduct certificate. It was surprising how fast services are these days. Maybe the eCitizen platform isn’t too bad after all.
The process of taking my fingerprints had my hands looking like that of a mechanic. Had me thinking of the efficiency of our fingerprint databases. Do we have any in the first place?
Never heard of anyone who was caught because their fingerprints were found on the crime scene. Maybe as Kamala Harris was endorsing more funds to debunk the Kenyan Silicone Savannah, some of it should be incorporated into forensics. We can’t continue tolerating the incompetence of some of these criminal investigative organisations.
My workplace of attachment is pretty exciting. All sorts of people come as a patient, visitor or colleague. You get the hang of the rush during visiting hours, where it’s hard to get an elevator because they’re extra occupied.
My bosses and fellow interns are pretty cool. People working in tech are just generally refreshing and interesting. Luckily for me, it is also a learning environment. Getting access to the system and getting a deeper insight on how a public hospital runs is quite liberating. Every day I learn something new. And boy if you know me well enough, you’ll know that one of my mantras is ‘Eat, Breath, Live Tech’.
I’ve previously heard stories of how the only work interns do is making tea and photocopies. Very degrading, I can say. Glad that’s not my story.
As I walk through the wide, white corridors, I get to meet patients also taking strolls, faintly dragging along their IV sets. It kind of makes you grateful for being in good health. Seeing morgue attendants wheeling out a corpse also gives you a sense of gratitude for being alive.
Did I tell you that on my first day, I was in the elevator with the morgue attendants and a corpse from 10th to ground floor. Chilling!