“Do you have that form for HR?” the intern supervisor asks. “Just a minute!” the slob intern replies. Forty minutes later, that intern triumphantly hands out a rumpled sheet of paper decorated with coffee stains and shoe marks.

Then there’s the food. We aren’t talking normal food. We are talking the messiest food of all time eaten by the messiest intern of all time -- lo mein noodles dripping with sauce, an extra-sloppy sloppy joe, melting ice cream, pancakes dunked in dripping syrup. Where does that intern even find this food at lunchtime?

At the end of the summer, that intern’s computer keyboard will have to be replaced. The chair also might not make it. And it will likely take a team of professional cleaners in Hazmat suits to make that intern’s cubicle safe enough for the incoming fall intern.

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