Thursday, June 5, 2008

Jobs for the intern

We have an intern at work. He got the job not because he sooo wants to do corporate communications, or he's looking to break into the exciting world of corporate marketing and events (like everyone his age who doesn't know what he wants to do, he wants to go into advertising). No, he got the job because (a) his mom works here and (b) the woman who was our first pick in the nepotistic resume pile (actually has a marketing degree) was asking us to wait on finalizing her offer for the full-time job interview she had line up later in the month. No such luck honey I said, we'll go with number two.

So we got Agnew (name changed to protect the innocent). He's a nice enough kid, goes to some little liberal arts school on the East Coast. He lets me know when he needs something to do. Problem is, every job I give him he finishes too fast. He needs to learn how to pace himself. I can't keep thinking of stuff to give him. It's interfering with me getting my job done. And I'm not the type of person to ask him to go get coffee for me or something like that. Though maybe I should be. Maybe he can pick up my dry cleaning. Maybe he can get my car washed (though Mr. H. and I just did that - no bother, he can clean it again!). Maybe I can get him to write my blog. I wonder what he'd say. He's probably complain about what a stupid job this is and how he shouldn't have listened to his mother but continued to work in the stock room at Bed Bath and Beyond. There he could at least wear jeans everyday and wouldn't have to sit at a desk staring at a computer screen waiting for someone to give him something to do other than entering crap into a spreadsheet or writing dumb stories about a guy who climbed Mount Everest. Of course, the pay is MUCH better here than his old summer job, so he might not.

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