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What Kristin swears she heard my supervisor say Monday morning:
‘So…I just went and saw MegaDef last night…and now I can’t hear.’
‘I went crowd surfing. It was gnarly.’
A little later, she sent the following in an email:
Also.. I’m pretty sure he’s either going to a star wars convention or getting tickets to one for a client.
Does anyone know who (what?) MegaDef is? I can’t help wondering if he actually saw Mos Def*…but that doesn’t make much sense, either.
Maybe**?
In other news, I have a part-time writing job offer in KC. Also, I’ve been wondering if backing out on the Peace Corps was the worst choice I’ve ever made. So it goes.
Svennie in 18 days. 
And because I’m feeling so linky tonight….
*That photo of him on Wikipedia is smokin’.
**And isn’t the name of that conference a bit offensive?
Today, I emailed a features story to my supervisor, with a note asking if he wanted me to do more interviews for better details/quotes, as well as if he had any other projects for me to work on that afternoon.
His reply:
‘Nugatory.’
Still can’t figure out if he typo-ed on ‘negatory,’ meaning he had no work for me, or if he typed impeccably and meant my copy was worthless and trifling….
A few minutes later, he sent a longer email saying he’d look over my story and that he didn’t have any other projects for me, so I should email out to the department and ask. He made no mention of the nugatory comment. o.O
About 15 minutes before I clocked out today, the department senior vice president sent me some directions for a project to pick up in the morning. He might have concluded the email with, ‘Questions? Holla.’
I love this internship.
Internship life is good.
For one thing, there are the awesome emails that we (the interns) send to one another….
Me: I think there are now TWO people on your floor who are suspicious of me. I got a couple strange looks. I think they know I’m just there for the coffee*…and you.
A: Haha, I did NOT like the way one of the guys looked at you this morning when you were standing by my desk. It wasn’t an “I know you are taking our coffee” look. It was an “I’m going to follow you slowly in my windowless van the next time I see you out” kind of look.
Me: Ohhh boy. My skirt today isn’t too short, is it?
I can hear the argument now, “NO, it’s NOT sexual harassment. She was begging for the attention with that skirt!” *Face palm*
A: No. I think it was other factors. Like you being female. Or having a pulse.
And then we have things like this:
Photos taken by two of the other interns, on different floors. These guys also made an appearance at this morning’s staff meeting. Sadly, I was in a meeting when they made the floor rounds. They were selling tickets for tomorrow night’s Battle of the Bands. Our corporate band (really), Pro Bono and the Non-Billables, is playing against three other local company groups in a fundraiser for United Way.
*12th floor has wayyy better coffee than my floor, 19. On days I’m extra tired, I slip downstairs in the morning, say hey to my friend, and fill up my mug – usually without anyone else noticing. Until today….
