The other day I say an intern eating her lunch in her car. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but the more I thought about it, the more puzzled I became. After all, this intern was not socially awkward, she didn’t smell, and she wasn’t a complete idiot.
After lunch I walked by her desk to ask if she had a good lunch. She said yes. I then asked her did she eat it in her car. After thinking about it for a second she again said yes. I asked her why, and she responded with:
“First of all, I don’t get paid enough to be able to afford to buy lunch from the cafeteria or to afford going out to one of the local eateries, so I bring my lunch. Once I took my lunch to the cafeteria but I just got depressed looking at all those lifers basically walking around like zombies. Then I tried eating my lunch in my office a couple of times but Queen Perfume stopped by both times asking me how something worked. So now I eat lunch in my car where no one can bug me or where the Queen leaves my cube smelling while I try to eat.”
I’m not sure what’s more disgusting, the fact the intern has to resort to eating lunch in her car, having to smell the Queen while trying to hold down food, or the fact the Queen (a veteran at the Shitshow) is asking a college intern for technical support.
Because eating lunch alone in your car is better then eating it at the Shitshow, I throw rocks.
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