interns!

“Intern” must mean “in turns confusing and irritating” in some obscure school!language. Our newest just started today, and already I’m baffled.

OUR CONVERSATION

intern: “This is my top priority, so I can be very flexible in scheduling.”
me: “Great!” [proposes standard 40 hour per week schedule]

intern: “Oh. Well, thing is, I may have a semi-unexpected family emergency at some point. It might not happen, but if it does I might miss some time.”
me: “Our last intern said he had a family emergency, but it turned out he was in jail.”

intern: [nervous laughter] “No, no, I was just thinking maybe I could work extra hours, just in case.”
me: “Well, okay.” [suggests standard hour extension possibilities]

intern: “Also, the rules of my internship state that I’m not allowed to work more than 40 hours per week.”
me: “…”

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

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two fics links for *Andrea!

Here are two fic recs for *Andrea, because she is awesome and it’s Monday (good day for reading, just like other days that end in y)!

This is the one I keep talking about, where the Avengers eat meals together, with the line about the bacon!

well, let the drum beat drop, by jonesandashes and pollyrepeat
Barton pokes his head through the now-empty window, upside-down. “So I was uh — outside,” he says, casually, like he didn’t just hurl himself out of the building the moment he saw Phil.

And this is the one I just read, about Tony stealth!ninja-ing the Avengers into moving in with him, and therapy journals.

The Time to Find a Place to Land, by BlackEyedGirl
“No, I mean I am mad at him. I just don’t want to talk about it.” Clint also doesn’t want to talk about why he doesn’t want to talk about it, but here they are.

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