10 AM Monday. Entire office is hung-over and jet-lagged from the Thanksgiving break. Hollywood is rubbing the sleep out of its collective eyes. I've downed one cup of shitty coffee from the office kitchen and I'm working my way through the second. Returning emails. Catching up on blogs. Procrastinating the set of notes I need to finish by our 3 PM staff meeting. Outside my door, I hear my intern sneeze.
"Gezundtheit."
"I think I have bird flu."
"You don't have bird flu."
"But can't you get that from eating turkey?"
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I think I lost some IQ points there.
Does your intern play on Party? If so please dish with the screen name.
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