The youngster
Yesterday our stunningly beautiful, pre-med, college intern asked my co-worker what “orogenital sex” is because it was mentioned on an H!V prevention website. My [favorite] co-worker responded by lapping her tongue and making slurpy noises. Presumably, that isn’t sexual harassment. I heard the exchange, but didn’t have the opportunity to see the intern’s face, which I’d guess was probably beet red.
My favorite co-worker told our boss recently that the intern makes us feel like “ethnic zhlubs,” which is an accurate assessment. Earlier this week, she was asking me a question and I had to look at her directly. Trying to explain evidence-based research to a tall, thin 21 year old young woman with sleek blonde hair and big blue eyes is really hard. I always feel like I’m staring. And then I’m embarrassed to be so shallow. And then I need to explain a concept. It’s weird.
Today I need to explain the difficulties I’m having to my boss. I’m hoping that it goes well…I hope I can stay calm and professional. That’s not my forte, but I will do my best. And then I’ll go home and scream.
June 14, 2007 at 12:45 pm
Fear not. There is nothing wrong with her that time will not cure.
June 15, 2007 at 10:37 pm
Maybe blondie is really a Stepford Wife.