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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

looking cheerful as ever, mg. everything alright?

ugh, jay, i just don't know what i'm supposed to do.

ah, you know, look busy, keep all conversation inane, duck into the bathroom when you see the boss coming...

no, i know in general, i mean i actually don't know what i'm supposed to do about this DARP thing.

the interns?

yeah. nina came barging over here yesterday and asked me what they were doing. i thought i finally was on the right track with them on that - i had them doing some work that was mindless but not completely pointless and i started to explain that. not in so many words, of course. but she cuts me off and shrieks, 'no, no, what are they doing here! they're not supposed to be here!'

where are they s'posed to be?

search me. she said she'd already gone to some farewell dinner for DARPs and their mentors--

hmm, she went to that? didn't she force you to be in charge of them?

yeah. not that i care about some stupid dinner. but the kids should have gone, and they didn't even know about it either. and apparently they explained what happens next for them, but of course she didn't pay any attention to that - she said she 'presumed' that we were all 'sitting in the back somewhere, paying attention.'

even though she didn't tell you about it.

of course. it's bad enough these kids probably just had the most useless internship in history, but then she caps it all off, trying to put it into terms we can understand, i guess...

uh oh, not your favorite--

yep. she says, 'they've got to go. they're wasting our time pie!' then disappears.

in a puff of smoke?

that would explain the pointy shoes.

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