Eardrums Rejoice!

Super Annoying Intern has left the building!

There's a little moppet in my office who drives (drove, hooray!) me bananas. My office is pretty quiet, considering it is a den of cubicles, yet when Super Annoying Intern is here, the office is transformed into a shrill, flirty mess.

Now, I've had my fair share of internships. Probably more than my fair share. But I can't seem to recall ever crushing on an actual employee. (For those that know my marital story, you will recognize that this is Melissa writing, NOT CinS) And even if I had been interested in someone a decade older than me, it just would not have been appropriate to fawn all over them for an awkward semester.

But it seems our fair Super Annoying Intern feels otherwise, and is taking a page from the CinS playbook. She clearly loves her supervisor, Hipster Beard, and makes it very well known to all.

Twice-a-week, Super Annoying Intern flitters (flittered, YES!) into the office, shrieking some greeting, aimed at no one other than Hipster Beard. She then rolls her chair over to his cube, where she continues to shrill about inappropriate topics. Like her hopes and dreams.

She says some pretty ballsy stuff for a college kid in a room of 30-somethings. I wonder if Hipster Beard is impressed.

Super Annoying Intern has earned her moniker for a few other reasons aside from her love of the Hipster Beard and her ear-piercing cadence. She also wears severely office inappropriate clothes to work.

OK, I get that you are a student. I get that you can pull off those leggings. But really? Leggings and a t-shirt and Chuck Taylors? To work? Maybe she's not getting paid and feels she needs to stick it to the man by dressing like she's rolled out of bed to go to class. But even Hipster Beard wears a nice button down and real shoes with his jeans.

But at the end of the day, it’s not really the clothes. It’s all about the grossly lame flirting and the pain of watching a girl make a complete joke out of herself day in and day out. Well, twice a week.

It seems that the days of innocent hard work (read: internet cruising disguised as industriousness) are long gone. The office is just another classroom – a classroom of the world, where you can get 3 credits and a piece of adult ass.