The Intern | Erin Limmsdale

November 24, 2007

The intern walked by him with a flustered look on her face. He turned for a moment and told her, “Keep up the good work”. A tiny smile made its way onto the intern’s face and that made Erin feel a little bit better. There was no point in being a total jackass everyday anyway.

Writing for ‘Cover’ wasn’t at all that bad. Sure, the editor was always screaming at everyone but other than that, things were fine. It was just an environment that required excellence. Somehow, Erin always made sure that even though he was sometimes behind schedule, the quality of his articles would never fail to impress. “I don’t like it.” Gentrude threw his article down the shredder. “You better shape up Limmsdale, or you’ll be out of here faster than Xianny can bring me coffee.” The intern opened the door almost immediately after the editor mentioned her name. She was panting. “Anything you need, Gentrude-sama?”

“Iced grande unsweetened half-decaf light foam coffee!” Gentrude commanded. The intern nodded and left in a blink of an eye. “Do you see what I mean, Limmsdale? You’re getting sloppy. Not only that, you’re always late. If don’t shape up, she might end up taking your job.”

Erin was calm, as usual, but he knew that Gentrude was serious about him losing his job. She wasn’t the kind of woman to joke about these things. Losing his job at ‘Cover’ would mean losing stability completely. A model walked into the room and had a little chitchat with Gentrude. Erin was too lost in thought to even care that the model stepped on his foot with a stiletto heel when she entered.

Xianny cautiously opened the door to the studio.

“…ABOUT TIME!! Xianny really, your flat ass is starting to become useless every minute…” Gentrude snatched the cup from Xianny’s trembling hands. Xianny waited intently for her dear editor’s reaction.

Gentrude sputtered the coffee all over the place.

“What is this?! POISON?! I asked for an ‘Iced grande unsweetened half-decaf light foam coffee!! And what’s this!?” Smoke almost seemed to be coming out of Gentrude’s ears. Xianny bowed down profusely. “Gomen nasai Gentrude-sama… Please… I… give me another chance….” Xianny’s glasses slid down the bridge of her nose from bowing continuously.

“Nevermind Xianny. You’re just an intern. It’s natural that you’re all stupid right now. Just, clean this up and fer chrissakes, buy some tanning lotion!! You look almost like an albino with that pale skin!!” Gentrude rolled her eyes and turned her gaze back to the model. Xianny bowed down again and left. Not too long after, the model left as well.”So have you thought about what I told you?”

Erin nodded and stepped out of the office and out of the studio. It was a bright and sunny day but there was nothing to smile about in the case of Erin. He was going to lose his job to some flat-assed albino with glasses.