Comments on: Guess What My Intern Did?

By: guest

guest — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 18:38:20 +0000

we will show no mercy for affiliate site douche rocket bloggers
the dealbreaker admin did this to caleb by introducing db to this jv site
i can’t wait to get more db people over here to shit on this vanilla rookie

By: Pay It Forward

Pay It Forward — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 16:44:50 +0000

@9, 12
Please, what Caleb writes is infinitely more interesting than what Greg does. And considering Caleb’s subject matter must relate to accounting… that’s saying quite a bit.

By: guest

guest — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 11:57:38 +0000

@12 – Caleb is Greg’s power bottom.
BOOM.

By: guest

guest — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 03:45:40 +0000

@5
you mean fleshlight??

By: guest

guest — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 03:06:15 +0000

@9 – I was wondering the same thing, but I’m still trying to judge the offensiveness threshold of going concern vs. dealbreaker because i don’t think caleb can handle what we write to greg.

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 21:32:01 +0000

I had an intern cite wikipedia in a memo. no joke.

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:34:29 +0000

You: This is [partners name] where is the damn supporting schedule?
Intern: *blink* *blink* ummmmmm
You: Get in here now!

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:30:47 +0000

hey caleb, are you by any chance related to an equally-talentless self-proclaimed blogger named “greg”?

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:03:03 +0000

a small, portable electric lamp powered by batteries…
I am sure it was a joke exploiting the word SEARCH. Thought it was funny, way to go 4.

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:01:56 +0000

@3 – “liquishit” is my new word of the week – thank you!
Everyone else – aren’t interns these days just the dumbest bunch of turds ever? In this economy, we have one that strolls in at 10:30, chats on the phone ALL DAY, and then leaves at abou 4. Or maybe she actually doesn’t expect an offer? No work product out of her in the last 6 weeks, and counting…

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:24:12 +0000

5=same intern from 4

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 17:56:08 +0000

WTF is a flashlight?

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:47:49 +0000

OK, this is a first year, but same idea. I had the opportunity to work with this person on thier first engagement. I asked them to bring a flashlight from the office to perform the search for unrecorded liabilities. They came to the client unsettled because our supply room at the office “does not have any flashlights.” They asked if it was necessary to go buy one. And they were not kidding.

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:46:14 +0000

Not an intern story but greatest comment ever – Commenter #83 at ATL…legendary.
Alright, check this out:
I had about 38 beers (it was an accident) the night before a callback interview. I showed up extremely hungover and trying to hide the booze smell. Nobody said anything or even acted like anything was amiss, so it was all good.
We went out for callback lunch, and I felt a hangover fart brewing in my guts, the likes of which would probably never again be seen in the Midwest. I have much skill in this area, so I discreetly lifted a buttcheek to let it go, figuring I could blame it on the waitress or another diner if it came down to it (the restaurant was crowded).
Well, I underestimated not only the force behind the fart, but the volume and contents as well. I liquishit in my pants. I panicked, but must have maintained my cool because the associates I was eating with didn’t seem to act any differently, although I knew there was a spreading brown stain on the back of my $400.00 slacks.
I did the only thing I could think of to do, which was to calmaly sit in my own poop and finish the meal as though nothing were wrong. When it came time to walk back to the office, I awkwardly made an excuse for having to catch back up with them there, then made my way out about 10 minutes after they left.
In a strange town and in a panic, reeking like hangover poop, I walked into the nearest clothing store I could find (a fucking Banana Republic) and purchased the nearest facsimile I could find to the shit-filled pants I was wearing. I thanked the cashier who was making disgusted faces, grabbed my bag, and split out of there.
I was somewhat lost due to having to walk to the Banana Republic, and the only way I knew how to get back to the firm was to hop on the train I had taken to get there, so I did. I rushed to the bathroom of the train and removed my soiled pants and underwear, balling them up and tossing them out the window of the bathroom on the train car. I reached in the bag for my new pants and pulled out… a pink cashmere sweater. I must have grabbed the wrong bag in my haste! I got out at the next stop wearing a frilly pink cashmere sweater as pants, and sat down on the curb to beg for change. Where I remain to this day.

By: guest

guest — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:39:21 +0000

Intern shows up first day goes to Partner’s office to introduce themselves and ask the partner why their office is so small…shit you not.