Intern Marina, the Intern “Pickle”

First day! I was excited. I was nervous. I was… late. Almost. For first interviews, first dates, and first workdays I tend to worry so much about being late that I usually end up being ridiculously early, so naturally I was 40 minutes early to my new 9-5.

I walked in to the concrete neighborhood of start-ups and private companies, finding myself wedged in between the delicious Olympia Provisions and Feast! Portland. I walked through the glazed door, framed by wood with black and green letters that read: “Little Green Pickle”. I peeked my head through, looking unsure and unknowing, saying hi to the people inside. “I’m the new intern,” I said hesitantly. Smiles overwhelmed me as a few people ran up to greet me, exclaiming, “Ah! It’s the new intern. It’s intern Marina!” I was all smiley from then on. I met all my co-workers and bosses, as well as the Feast! Portland crew on the other side. I shook peoples hands, nodded, smiled, attempted to memorize names, but unsurprisingly forgot them instantaneously. *Noted: work on memorizing people’s names. Banning, the PR/Scheduling Pickle, showed me around the building and helped me with my parking pass. He explained the ins and outs and showed me the lay of the land. He got me all set up with new everything—new email, new emails from every food source possible (all the tools I could ever need to be in the know—food wise, of course), new calendar, new desk, new way of thinking, writing, and feeling. It was awesome. I was the Intern Marina: the Intern Pickle, and very excited to be one.

My first day was pretty much spent learning the tools they use and understanding how things work in the LGP Office. In between learning and reminiscing about their event the night before, which includes all dancable, drinkable, and laughable moments, we had lunch from Boke Bowl, one of their clients, and I got the full Pickle experience— even eating like a Pickle does. Boke Bowl did not disappoint, except for forgetting the salad dressing—which was unfortunate. Their fried chicken buns were untraditional, yet amazing. Who would have thought that fried chicken could taste so well Asianified.

 

Reflection 1:

I noticed that everyone who works at Little Green Pickle is very supportive. There is a very safe feeling environment brought on by Carrie, Jannie, and all the Pickles. Even when they make fun of each other, it’s not threatening in any way—especially not Face Threatening. I use this term in relation to Face Work. Face Work is the coined term in describing how one’s self and identity is perceived, treated, threatened, or supported by others—usually peers or family members, but applies to everyone generally. Everyone can joke around or poke fun at one another and it’s not harmful in any way to each other’s self or identity. There’s a lot of trust—which makes sense when you have a small team of six. Everyone pulls his or her weight and in doing so, they all seem very trusting, playing, respectful, and responsible towards one another.

In the words of Annie: “I think I’m gonna like it here.”

 

Day 1: 8 hours

Total: 8 hours

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