By this time every year, it's in full swing, businesses across the country are infested with the inevitable influx of the wide-eyed, idealistic young people released from their liberal confines of higher learning for the summer, determined to upset the status quo with their unrelenting can-do attitude, and disgustingly pleasing demeanor. Of course I speak of...interns.
Speaking for the status quo, it works just fine for the nine months of intern-free bliss, thank you very much!
The status quo is a process in which we, the home-owning, tax paying adults over the age of twenty six have cleverly devised a system to spread the workload equally over twelve months, to avoid periods of too little or too much work. We have skillfully factored in company holidays and vacation time in to our delicate system. Then along comes the interns, making waves in the system, like a fat kid doing a cannonball in to a tranquil pool.
With a modicum of training and an abundance of enthusiaism, the interns dive headlong in to the workload powering through it in record time, like Michael Phelps at the Olympics.
The dust from the completed work has barely settled as these eager over-achievers scour the workplace looking for other tasks to undertake, no matter how menial.
The powers that be look upon this unbridaled work ethic with great joy, the status quo looks at it with contempt, because now the menial and often unnecessary tasks will likely linger in the system, floating on the surface like a Baby Ruth. Guess who's going to have to clean the pool when intern season is over?
