On a daily basis, staffers circle the office pool like stealthy
sharks, hunting for naive prey.
It’s almost as if they can detect the scent of weakness or inactivity. Once they hone in on a target, there’s
no hope for the intern; it’s do or die. The cruel, agonizing ritual continues unabated until the victim is left at
the end of the day mentally and physically drained.
What is this horrible practice?
Transcribing: the
bane of my existence.
