The Evil Intern

I have a bone to pick. This punkass bitch intern that works at our company thinks he is the shit. I hate fucking business majors. You can't rule the world with your stare; stop believing you do. Don't swagger. Cease gloating. End the heir of superiority.

But I can't help but laugh because I know what is head his way. If only they knew the post-college depression. He too will become a soap opera fan who wonders what the point of a degree really is. The spiral of despair. He doesn’t know that he will soon get a major ass kick by the universe. I would pity he, if he didn't have it coming.

I was sitting in the small lunchroom, peacefully enjoying my subway sandwich (which was more appetizing since someone else bought it for me) when the aforementioned undesirable said: " you're eating all by yourself, that is so sad." Dude! What are we in High School? Poor guy, so insecure that he can't even eat lunch on his own. Sure, if I was hiding in a corner praying that no one would see me, then you could make fun of me for eating alone. But, I can't eat at my desk; it is frowned upon. I sorry if I was using the lunchroom for its intended purpose, I will never be so foolish again.

The moral of the story: no matter how much I think differently in my head, I never want to be that age again. Not to say that I am unbelievably smarter now but it is nice to realize that I have grown a little. Maybe the wretched specimen foils me in order for me to realize that I am better off than I was. Things are getting better, no matter how slow the pace may seem. It is just sad that all the while that he is laughing at me, I am laughing at him infinitely harder. But I guess I am the same thing to those who are older and wiser than myself. It's nice to know that at any age you are the comic and the audience to different people. I don't care either way, as long as someone is laughing.