Staffwriter
Unknowable and mysterious.
With fall break on the horizon, it's safe to say that we've fully settled into the semester. Yet, I still get people bringing up my summer internship at Anduril. That was two whole months ago! Most often, the people who bring it up are just classmates who want to find out more about what a chill time a chill guy like me had at a chill engineering firm. Once in a while, though, someone seems to take issue with me having interned at Anduril, talking about how it's "unethical" and that I "kill" people or whatever. So, let's set the …
Another year, another summer of being a bum. Despite my best efforts, I did not land an internship. "Are you legally authorized to work in the United States", my eyes glimmer with hope. "Yes", I mutter under my breath. "Do you now or in the future require visa sponsorship", the hopeful glimmer wells into sorrowful tears, "Yes", I click on the checkbox. The odds that I manage to find a job and won't be deported after
graduating are looking grim. So, dear reader, what did I do? Did I fuck off to a trip to Italy with my bourgeois …