Circa - 2014
I was young, full of fiery quotes, rebellious and extremely dreamy - my ears would buzz with nightmares if I sat in a boring class for a long time.
I was in a Media Science course, first year - when this internship dropped. I got called in - an institute of Public Relations (not taking names because my professors in media taught me right - no promotion is bad promotion). Everything was super easy to start with. They named the internship Public Relations, but the whataboutery went on to interviewing musicians - basically I learnt everything except Public Relations in there.
The real problem started when the manager (or secretary? can't remember his designation, but I clearly recall his face) started to be extra friendly. I had two other friends from the internship programme; we would hang around together. When the manager couldn't get through my phone, he would try the other friend's phone for me. He did vice versa to get through to other people as well.
I was young, scared and most importantly, thought it was normal. No one told me then. I'd play along.
2am, 3am, the calls started getting to midnight - when I slept off, I'd wake up to calls next morning asking why I didn't receive. Same, exactly same, for all the other female members in that internship. Sadly, the guys didn't get his 'affectionately overwhelming' attention.
It lasted two months. And I gave up. I stopped taking his calls - I gave a fuck that time because my internship was getting over. Oh, before I forget, there was a not-so-mild threat of not giving me the internship certificate because, apparently, 'I was being inattentive.'
Right after my internship ended, I closed doors. I blocked the contact, stopped the calls, texts and social media.
Circa 2015 - One of my acquaintance was interning with the next batch - same institute, same secretary. She told me one day, the secretary 'specially' works with her - sometimes the calls start around 3am, goes on till 5am. She didn't sleep for days..
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