Civil Service

     San Francisco used to have a highly competitive paid internship program for public policy and government relations. Every year they would accept, if I remember correctly, six total interns who will intern during the summer before their next semester would start. Participants had to be college students and one of the entry requirements was to write an essay on why you were interested in the position. At the time, it was early 2016 and I was still very much interested in politics, world affairs, civic duty, and wanting to make the world a better place. I still had the naiveté that one person could make a difference, one city at a time. 

    The crossroads of destiny were finally coming together once a friend told me about this internship. All of my struggles and achievements, the trauma and problems I had faced in my life, my desire to help people, my unnecessary knowledge of the overcomplexities of departmentalism and how to finesse its intricacies; I was the perfect person for this job. I submit my application with recommendations from some of the professors for whom I had been a TA for several semesters. I even got a recommendation from the department chair of Communication Studies at school, where I had spent two semesters working as a student assistant twice a week. What was most impressive of all though was my essay on why I was interested must've been good enough that it earned me progression to the interview round. 

    I was so excited about the opportunity to meet the people who would be teaching me the ins and outs of city government and how to excel at making things better and more efficient. A few weeks later I was spending the day at UCSF for a clinical trial I was in (for a new diabetes medicine) and spoke to the nurses and research coordinator about the entire experience. They were all impressed by my desire and dedication towards civil service and wanting to make the city a better place. So much so that they would actually remember me a year later. After being on the study medication for about 2 months, the decision to withdraw from the study was made because my cardiac problems were beginning to surface. (Disclosure: there was a decision to unmask the double-blinding for my participation and it turns out I was in the control group. I was not receiving any actual medication,) A few days after being withdrawn from the research study, I got a phone call from the SF Gov Internship Program informing me that my interview had been cancelled because the positions had been filled. Rather than let it get me down though, I'd decided to buff my resume further and I ended up working for the Department of Elections as a precinct supervisor for the 2016 Presidential Election. Several months had passed until I saw the research coordinator's name again. She had searched for the winners of the 2017 internships and when my name wasn't on there, she looked my name up on Google to see where I had gone to work; instead, she found my GoFundMe. She and the nurses from that floor at UCSF had sent the campaign a donation message expressing their condolences and how heartbroken they were that something so bad could happen to somebody so good. 

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