The Parable of the Intern and the Getting of the Coffee
It's not like it was in my day!
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It's not like it was in my day!
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Oh, to be at the bottom of the ladder. One easy cure – don’t drink coffee!
So probably wouldn’t go and get the coffee because the baristas could tell she had tickets on herself as a Serious Journalist and she couldn’t bear their derision. Wait, why am I assuming it was a woman, what a gender traitor I am. Anyway: I will go and get the coffee if you give me work experience.
Seethe
seethe …….Gold!!!! 🙂
Was the cartoonist sent or did he offer?
Did he ever return unmauled?
Is he still bitter, and goes on about it every bloody chance he gets?
Did the others offer him a Small Achievement Award?
[Yes]
Sigh. Why in my day, you had to *make* the coffee, not just procure it. And it was *instant* (blech)
(Sounds of Mochaing laughter)