Because everyone knows a more realistic title for the intern would be “Office Bitch.”
- Sure, I’ll totally get to the office early to make sure coffee is ready for everyone else–even though they can actually afford to buy coffee on the way to work.
- Not one businessman has hit on me yet.
- So, is drinking in the office not a thing? I totally thought it was a thing.
- I live for the days I get to sit in a room by myself and use the shredder.
- My title should be “Copy and Coffee Bitch”
- My “office shoes” are too clubby for the office.
- I think they’re trying to say I look slutty.
- Maybe I could be the office slut?
- Except for the fact that everyone is old and decrepit, so no.
- Unless one of them is super rich. Then maybe.
- Every time I have to make small talk, a part of me dies on the inside.
- My smile is as fake as what I’m going to put on my résumé about this “learning opportunity.”
- I daydream about quitting probably four times every hour.
- I spend my lunch break on Craigslist looking for any other internship.
- Or looking for a sugar daddy. Literally either will work.
- My name isn’t “Intern,” okay?
- I HAVE FEELINGS TOO, OKAY?
- I haven’t even had a hot, inter-office fling yet.
- No, I’m not the maid.
- Or the “errand runner.”
- Or the “proofreader.”
- Or the “hey, can you run to my house and feed my dog” person.
- I know how email and Microsoft Word work, but thanks for giving me a two hour tutorial on it.
- I steal enough free snacks to feed a small sorority.
- The movie “Office Space” accurately describes my life.
- “I’m going to burn the place down.”
- Online shopping is so much harder when I have to minimize it every time someone walks by.
- Whoever said everyone loves the intern was obviously never an intern.
- I multitask by staring at my computer screen and praying no one asks me to do anything.
- Pantyhose were obviously invented by someone who hated women.
- YOUDONTNEEDTOSNEAKUPBEHINGMEANDBREATHDOWNMYNECKOKAY?
- Where is Don Draper?
- My mom has the hour before I go to work marked off in her day planner for my “I hate my life. I don’t want to go. Why don’t you love me?” breakdown.
- The hour before lunch and the hour before I get to leave are obviously actually made of, like, extra hours.
- I am torn between surfing social media to ease my boredom and blocking it so I don’t see the fun everyone else is having.
- But they’re not having that much fun, right? Like, I’m not there so…
- Oh, cool. Beach day. With boys. And beer. And no office.
- I hate everyone.
- I’m quitting. I’m just going to get up and walk out.
- Right NOW.
- Okay, like, in a minute. Maybe.
- I’m not even getting paid for this.
- That has to be illegal.
- Casual Fun Friday isn’t actually fun. Or casual.
- Because my idea of causal is no pants.
- I imagine really dramatic ways to quit in my downtime. Like, a heated “fuck you” and smashing the computer.
- Or never returning and being the mystery girl who just left one day.
- “Did she even work here?”
- I am the paper bitch.
- “This will give you an idea of what it’s like to be in the workforce for the next 40 years.”
- LOL. No thanks.
- Yeah, I’m going to change my major.
- MRS degree, here I come!