I don't like that I work here but I don't. There are too many interns going through this place. I understand that that's the point. We are in plentiful supply, and thank goodness, because I have no idea how any office would get things done without our free labor. But I do not like how fine the line is between "plentiful" and "forgettable." Beyond being good at my job, or brilliant, or whatever, what I really want is to be memorable. I think that is what everyone wants.

However. I do not want to be memorable for certain things. I do not want to be memorable because I cozied up to everyone important that ever came in the office. I do not want to be memorable because I was pushy. I definitely don't want to be memorable because I wore scandalous outfits. I don't want to be memorable because I schmoozed with the best of them.

But where is that line? I am vehemently anti-kiss up. Yet I do not want to seem disinterested. This late in the game, I wonder where I fell on the forgettability continuum. If they can't get my name right while I'm here, prospects are not good for when I leave. I've been so busy doing my job, I wonder if I've managed to make them see how interested I actually am in the issues we all work on. It's strange. Everyone is so busy making policy that no one stops to discuss it. They may be certain how they feel on every issue on the planet, but I am not.

I wanted to talk about it. But then the data entry happened. Oh then the tours. Oh and then the constituent surveys, and the phone ringing, and the briefings and the and the and the...

So we don't talk about it. I got with the program, because I wanted to be an excellent employee. And I am. But it occurs to me now that maybe I should have pushed harder. I know everyone is tired and sick of politics and busy. I understand.

But I want to talk about it. I hope they know that.