This is the End

After two days of feeling miserable about my complete joblessness at my internship and pretending to be extremely busy, I just discovered that I'm not the only one. Everyone here is pretending to be busy. The associates, the senior associates, everybody. I couldn't say the same for the partners, but they're probably in South Africa, and nobody who has that kind of money needs to pretend to be anything, I guess.

I can deal with people pretending to be busy; but I cannot stand to spend another moment with the complete idiot who sits next to me. Withing five minutes of meeting him, a fellow intern, he'd already told me about how he has been drinking and smoking since the young and tender age of 16 and having finally become sick of the debauchery, only wants to go and seek nirvana at a Tibetan monastery. I hope they feed him to a yak.

Talking about accents, I think hot footballers belonging to the aesthetically superior countries of this world sound especially hot when they are indignant about the Argentina - Mexico game tussle. There they sit, during the press conferences, with their long hair and their European mannerisms and their mistranslated comments. I don’t understand all this displeasure among some men when women want to watch football. It’s really quite simple, actually. I watch football because footballers are good looking. 

That shouldn’t be a difficult concept to grasp. Particularly not for men in this office. Behind me sits a conventionally pretty (and therefore, not pretty in my book – ahh what the heck, I am just jealous) associate who is also the stupidest person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. I haven’t really met her or been introduced to her yet, and I thank God everyday for that, but since all the stupid silly men enamoured by her are very punctual about their various flirting appointments with her, I have heard just about everything she has to say – which, in her defence, isn’t very much. She just squeaks and squeals and swishes her rebonded-and colored-at-expensive-salon-hair, and flutters her eye lashes, and none of the men even seem to REALISE that she is phenomenally stupid. Aaargh. Yesterday, she successfully entertained atleast four suitors by only and only repeating “why are chinky people chinky ya?”. Oh, they all thought she was so cute.

And I have two more weeks to go. This is either going to be fun, or fun.

Read more...