The internship may not have lunch conferences (remember those pre-recession days of bento boxes, Finale, and warm Viga sandwiches for lunch? I hope you're happy Wall Street), but it gets a little better every day. This morning, there was birthday breakfast. There were fresh fruit and bagels and yogurt and granola bars and pastries. And I found people discussing Lost and crashed their conversation. And met an intern that is not my nemesis. The awkward-to-normal ratio here is completely different from both school and work. I'm not sure if I can ever go back.
(discussing the internship)
Moi: They're all really nice.
Whitecastle (scoffs): Of course they are. They want to save the world.
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