Friday, July 17, 2009
Female intern: "Who's Arnold Palmer?"
Male intern: "...A golfer."
Female intern: "Ooooh... I heard there was a golf tournament named the Arnold Palmer, and I was like, why did they name it after the drink?"
I'm walking by one of the intern rooms and I heard these 4 people arguing inside. Not a fight but loud enough that I need to go inside and tell them to quiet them.
I go in and one girl, a bit of a troublemaker, is arguing with the others saying: "i'm not anorexic!" I ask, perplexed" what's going on?," she answers, pointing at the others in the room: "they keep asking me why am i so skinny and if i'm anorexic. I keep telling them I eat but i'm just skinny cuz i'm skinny.. bitches!"
Had to have a discussion with her about not using the "b" word in the office as well as not yelling it out.
Thanks female intern for setting your other intern friends straight...we staffers appreciate it.
Everyone in our silent metro car heading to Vienna inevitably heard this unnecessarily loud phone conversation a 20-something was having with his ‘bro’. The side of the conversation we heard:
Yeah bro, be on the lookout, I need a car while I’m here.
Oh man, I know, I am so lame.
So listen, man, you’re headed to the gym, right? Well nice, enjoy man, I’m not going to the gym. I’m planning on just eating a lot, getting fatter, and uglier, and hopefully seeing how that works out for me.
Hopefully not too much fatter because he was already taking up half my seat. Thanks for the enjoyable ride, bro.
I was riding the metro in towards Dupont when four girls got on, I don't know who they worked for but they were clearly interns. One of them asked the others when Congress went to recess. No one seemed to know, but another of the interns asked, incredulously, "They go to recess?"
One of the other interns replied with a straight face that, "Yes, they go on recess, and they play hopscotch and four square." The girl whose question she was responding looked at her, confused, but seemed content with this explanation.
We all know that the Red Line is on the fritz, all the time, and it's almost always crammed during rush hour, right? Wrong. This morning, a young man got on the Red Line and yelled at everyone in the car to "move to the center of the car" because he "needed to get to work sometime today." Well none of us could yield to his rude request as we were already packed in so tight we may as well have been in a mosh pit. After no one moves he continues to irritate everyone on the car by thanking us, sarcastically, for not moving into the car. I looked over to give a warning glare, and what do I see, a red intern badge. Not only did he have the audacity to yell at everyone on the metro, but he continued to complain about how cramped it was and how he couldn't be sweaty when he got to work.
We all know you have an important job to do, carrying things in between buildings today, but if I were him, I would have kept my mouth shut.
"You know that big, huge statue Iwo Jima? [pronouncing it 'Heema'] ... No, I dunno why it's call that -- maybe it's Spanish. Anyway, we're supposed to meet them there on Saturday."