That intern: The cellphone intern
Every intern class has so many personalities that they could fill a "Real World" cast. And every class has "That Intern" -- as in, "Don't be that intern." Each day I introduce you to one of those interns.
The cellphone intern is always on the phone, loudly revealing tons of personal information to the entire office.
The morning kicks off with a call home to mom and dad, relating every detail of the past 24 hours (including complaints about the stupid intern supervisor and a request for money for a weekend trip to the beach). Then that intern calls a credit card company to sort out a mysterious charge for more than $100 at a bar on 18th Street at about 2 a.m. Saturday (surprise, turns out the charge is legit). Then there's a call to the doctor's office to discuss that STD test (the intern decides, in the end, to get a second opinion because this doctor doesn't know anything).
There are calls to banks, insurance companies, travel agents and academic advisers. Everyone in the office can recite that intern's Social Security number, address, student ID number, credit card number (including the security code), cellphone number, e-mail address and blood type.
In between all of those calls, there are lots of calls to a significant other: What are you doing? When are you getting lunch? You looked so hot last night. What do you want to do tonight? What do you want to do this weekend? What are you doing right now?
All of those calls end with a three-minute back-and-forth of, "No, you hang up first. No, you!"
Everyone in the office wants to shout: "No, seriously, you hang up. Right now."
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