(5 Years Until) My Quarter-Life Crisis


The ruminations, ramblings and rants of a marketing intern trying to figure out what the fuck she's doing all summer... and in life. This intern was very upset when she found out that a "Quarter-Life Crisis" comes at age 25, not 20.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

coffee











What's the first thing that comes to mind when you say "intern responsibilities"? COFFEE! Today two gentlemen had a meeting with my boss, but when they arrived she was nowhere to be found. One of the Executives let them in, and sought me out to "handle them". I escorted them to a conference room. And then it happened: I asked if I could get them anything, water, coffee, tea, whatever. One asked for a glass of water and the other asked for coffee. I laughed at the irony of me getting coffee. Obviously, the intern makes coffee. But that has NEVER been one of my responsibilities, much like Jake Conley, who's position "is not running errands and getting coffee".

In fact, when I started at my old job, my boss had to actually show me how to brew a pot. One day, one of the employees asked me to make him a cup, and I quickly ran over to get it for him. When I returned, he had a huge grin on his face, and I realized that he was just joking.

The point is that I spend the majority of my time doing cool and interesting, or at the very least, advanced things, but it really brings me back to "being an intern" when I get coffee for someone.

All this talk of coffee, and I think I've just found a perfect "Joke of the Week" for next week:

A college senior was hired as an intern, and his first task was to go out and fetch coffee for the office staffers.

Eager to do well on his first day, he grabbed a large thermos and hurried to a nearby coffee shop. He held up the thermos and the coffee shop worker quickly came over to take the order.

The intern asked, "Is this big enough to hold six cups of coffee?"

The coffee shop worker looked at the thermos, hesitated a few seconds, then finally replied, "Yeah, it looks like about six cups to me."

"Oh good!" the intern sighed in relief. "Then give me two regular coffees, two black, and two decaf."