At every job I've had there have been interns. Some of them have turned out to be superstars (that's you Alicia) and others have shown us how to be superstar idiots. This year at The New Agency we have an intern. At first she was lovely. She wasn't shy and she'd follow up on things and she was very cute. I'm not exactly sure when it all went down hill but I have a feeling when her skirts began to become smaller our feelings for her also lessened.
At each office there is always someone who is the daring fashionista. At my old agency she was perky and beautiful and oh so Nantucket. We loved it. We even made Christmas ornaments one year for the office holiday party and she made a perfect replica of herself with sunglasses and pearls.
At my office unfortunately the new intern is our daring fashionista. Actually fashionista is not really the word I'd use for the sky high platforms, mini skirts and tight hot pink tops. Or some days its the beach cover up dresses used as actual dresses. Today is a very cute dress that somehow got shrunk in the wash. Every day its "what is the intern wearing today?" and sometimes its a "No, you don't want to look at her - she forgot her pants when she got dressed".
Now I could be a bitchy slightly overweight short girl who is very jealous of the skinny skimpy clothed intern but I don't think so.
Also - one last thought. If I'm cold in the office wearing pants and a short sleeve top - is she is just freezing to death?
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