OUTFITS ARE ON POLYVORE

I ONLY OWN VANESSA REYES

The day was finally here.

The day that I go up to San Fransisco to get an internship at Google.

When I turned 19, that was when I hit rock bottom because that was when I graduated from Brown University. After that, I didn't know what to do until my Aunt Dana from Australia emailed me an ad about getting an internship at Google. In my interview with Ben and Allison, I explained how I skipped from 5th grade to 9th grade, how I speak not only English, but also German, Spanish, French, Russian, Italian, Japanese and Swedish and how I majored in Computer Science, Neuroscience and Physics. When I walked into Google, this place is like geek paradise…

In other words, perfect!

I have gotten up to the receptionist's desk. "Name?" the receptionist asked. "Vanessa Reyes." I said. The receptionist typed my name into the computer. "Ah, yes." she said as she got out a hat that was colorful and that said Noogler. "Have a good day." she said. I just ended up carrying the hat and not wearing it. I was gonna have coffee then someone came up to me. "The coffee's free, you know?" I heard someone said. Whoever it was, their British accent is obviously fake. I turned around and saw a guy who has dark hair and dark eyes and is dressed up, nicely.

"Oh, thanks for the notification." I said with a small smile. "Graham Hawtrey." the guy, now who introduced himself as Graham, said as he stuck out his hand for a handshake. For some reason, I didn't want to be rude, so I just shook it. "Vanessa Reyes." I said. "Beautiful name for a very beautiful girl." Graham said, emphasizing on 'very'. Really? Is that the best he could come up with? "So, I was thinking, I saw a beautiful and smart girl, so I was wondering if you want to go out for dinner sometime?" Graham asked. He went from nice to dickish. "Okay 1) try a pick up line that is worth swooning over and b) I don't date assholes." I snarled as I stormed away from him.

I was sitting in the stands and this girl comes sits next to me. "Can I be the first to say that I absolutely love your outfit." the girl said. I was only wearing a black tank top, black skinny jeans, a Harley Quinn hoodie, a black beanie that says 'WHY SO SERIOUS?' in blood red text and black Chuck Taylors. "Thanks. I totally ship Harley Quinn and Joker together and I went to this cosplay convention and I dressed up like the classic Harley Quinn." I said, geeking out a bit. My fangirl face dropped, drastically. "Sorry for fangirling too much." I said. "No, it's fine. It's just...you're into cosplay too?" the girl asked. "Fuck yeah." I said. "I feel like we would get along just fine." she said. "I'm Neha Patel, by the way." the girl, Neha, said as she stuck out her hand for a handshake. "Vanessa Reyes." I said, shaking her hand as well. From the corner of my eye, I could see two guys that kind of remind me of Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. "Is it me or does those guys remind you of Luke and Han?" I asked. "I was thinking the same thing." Neha said.

Everyone quieted down when a man spoke up. "My name is Roger Chetty and I am Head of the Google Intern Program. Welcome to Google. This will not be your average internship, oh no. You will do what we do. We will watch how well you do. Now, you represent the finest schools, your intelligence and your achievement is well noted. To excel at this internship, you're gonna need far more than brain power. What you'll need is Googliness." the man, Chetty, was explaining. I was laughing along with everyone else on how ridiculous googliness sounds, but Chetty looked really serious. "Nothing funny. Googliness, the intangible stuff that made a search engine into an engine for change. Now, you'll be divided into teams and by the end of the summer, only one team will be considered a full-time position and the other 90% of you will not. You will be split up and a several hours to acquaint you to our campus and culture. Now, descriptions have been emailed to each of you. I will wish you good luck and it's not luck that you'll need. Get to work." Chetty said.

I have arrived to the seminar and I sat down next to a guy who is wearing a beanie and thick rimmed glasses, who seems way to interested in his phone. And behind us...are the two old guys that I saw along with Neha. "Now I recognize that Google is not a conventional workplace. Having said that, we have rules. I'm gonna ask you a series of questions, you're gonna raise the green paddle to indicate yes and the red paddle to indicate no. So, let's begin." Chetty said as he pressed a button on his remote.

"Having a beer with your boss?" Chetty said. Because Chetty doesn't seem to be a guy who would drink beer with his employees, I put up a red paddle. "Some of you are under 21." Chetty said. I know who the idiot, or idiots, put up the green paddle. "Some of us aren't under 21, sir. If you want to grab a cold one with me, I would do that." I heard someone say. When I turned around to see who said it, it was Han Solo. "I will not be grabbing a cold one with you." Chetty said. "You get high?" Han asked again. "I don't get high." Chetty said. "Okay, I'm not judging, I'm just saying. People do it." Han said then he leaned into Beanie Guy and I. "If you guys want something cold to drink, we'll hook you up." Han said, gesturing to himself and Luke. "Okay, thank you. Can you stop talking to us." Beanie Guy said. I'm glad that Beanie Guy said us. "I'm your Bill Holden in Stalag 17." Han said. "What the fuck does that even mean?" I asked, muttering. "Google it." Han said as he leaned away. I just simply rolled my eyes.

"Dating a fellow intern?" Chetty said. Last time I checked, Google is not a dating site, so that's a definite no. "This is Google, not ." Chetty said. I'm pretty sure that Luke and Han raised up their green paddles again. "Chetty, excuse me, what about a full-time employee, say management level, but not a direct supervisor, great eyes...and a...severity to her look that is surprisingly sexy. What's the policy on that?" Luke said. I tried my hardest not to gag because I think he was talking about Aunt Dana. When Luke didn't get an answer, he spoke up again. "No? That's also frowned upon?" Luke asked. "You say no to love?" Han asked. "We say no to love." Chetty retorted.

"Taking food home from the office?" Chetty said. Even though the food and coffee are free, that doesn't mean you could take it home, so I put up the red paddle. "Are you having difficulty with this, Mr McMahon?" Chetty asked. Those two put up the green paddles again? "Just to drill down on this, what if it's a perishable? Like pudding that was left out?" Han asked. "You'd like to take home pudding?" Chetty asked. "I wouldn't mind it." Han said as Luke chirped in with, "Oh, yeah." and Han spoke up again. "If anything is to go bad, is it okay to take it home?" Han asked. "Mmmhmm, anything else you'd like to take home?" Chetty asked. "Well, salsa or chips, something that's not wrapped." Han said. I knew that a war of words would start between Han and Chetty.

"Salsa, chips and pudding."

"Or sushi."

"Salsa, chips, pudding and sushi. Anything else?"

"Ice cream?"

"Salsa, chips, pudding, sushi and ice cream."

"Pizza."

"Salsa, chips, pudding, sushi, ice cream and pizza."

"Not a frozen pizza, but if there's like a nice pie out…?" Han said. "I am truly impressed, Mr McMahon." Chetty said, coming closer. "Thank you." Han said. "At the both of you. At how quickly you confirmed my doubts for you. Now, let's try this one more time. Taking food home from the office?" Chetty said. We all raised the red paddles, even Luke and Han were raising the red paddles. "Very good." Chetty muttered as he dropped the paddle that he was holding. "Ladies and gentlemen, that is all." Chetty said.

Day 1 was down, now I wonder how Day 2 is gonna go.