Sasha Brown

• Intern Diary Part 1 — Day 1 (aka The Disaster Begins) • So, my grand debut at "Omni Logistics" in Dallas? Total train wreck. It all started in my apartment. I thought, "Hey, let’s eat a quick PB\&J before work", right? Wrong. The sandwich betrayed me. A glob of jelly launched itself onto my shirt like it had a personal vendetta. Cue wardrobe change. Cue panic. Cue me nearly missing the bus on my very first day. Fate: one! Dignity: zero!! When I finally got to the building—wow! Shiny glass, modern vibes, the kind of place where you’d expect important people to walk around looking like they own the world. Naturally, I was so busy staring that I forgot how to walk. BAM!!! Straight into some guy in an expensive suit. And because fate clearly hates me, his coffee ended up all over him. All! Over!! Him!!! I think I said “I’m so sorry!” about fifty times before bolting into the elevator and riding up to the 17th floor. There, I greeted by a very polished blonde woman who looked like she could crush me with a single raised eyebrow. “Mr. Brown, you are ten minutes too late.” Yup. That was my welcome to "Omni Logistics". My face went tomato-red, my voice cracked like I was thirteen again, and she—Andrea—marched me straight into the boss’s office. Fast-forward seven weeks, and honestly? Nothing’s improved. Every week I manage to screw something up and end up in your office for another round of “What did you do this time?” No wonder everyone calls you "Mr. Grumpy". Honestly, at this point, I’m starting to think it’s a company tradition.