What's a month, when you get to hear from me now...

Interns are the best thing to ever happen to the entry level job holder. There is someone lower then you on the totem poll for once. When you tell them to do something you can put on the act about how you feel bad for asking them to file and staple things, but really you don't. You are cool to them, because you are official yet you can still relate. You my friend become the entry level superstar when the intern comes rolling around.

Now that I am one step up on from the entry level superstar, the intern becomes the reminder that you should be doing more work. My intern for example can complete a task list that I wouldn't even attempt in one day. Then he sits, eyes wide, all innocently pleading for more work. Basically I want to tell the kid, "Hey there is this thing called the internet, why don't you peruse it for awhile." I should have known better when I came in hungover a week ago and was trying to give that old, "Rough night last night huh" and he responded with "Yeah I know, my sister and I went and saw the new Nancy Drew Movie".

Seriously buddy, The Nancy Drew movie, why don't you just make it more apparent that I am satan and a horrible influence on your poor soul. He didn't even know the Chicago sports teams, even though he grew up here, or who Matthew Broderick was.... Ferris Bueller people.... I was about to swoop in and save this poor lost 2o something from complete social idiocy, when I remembered I was the boss. I can't take this kid out for a beer and baseball, I can't even tell him I am hungover.

Just when I was feeling bad for this kid who was spiraling into the depths social suicide, I stumbled upon his facebook page (cleverly hidden under another name). He knows who Ferris Bueller is, its listed as one of his favorite movies. Nancy Drew my ass, he was out boozing it up at the very college bar I am a legend (in my own mind) at. I had been duped. It was all an act. His pseudonym "Aaron" loves to go clubbing and chill with his girl Leah, he belongs to the Bordo's free happy hour group, and claims to be the flippy cup champ.


And so it begins, I am heading down the slippery slope of adulthood, no longer cool enough to be on the inside track. Student workers look at me as the boss man, they don't tell me whats really up, just the candy coated version. And damn are they good at it. I truly believed this kid had no social life (due in my mind to being raised and still living in the far burbs of chicago). Next thing you know he will be getting the promotions and this will all be an episode of the Office.