Friday, July 27, 2007

I'm sorry man, but I have given up on this mentor role for my intern. I cannot do it, I am just not cut out for it I guess. The brother comes in the office at 7:30 am(which is way too early for any extended conversation beyond good morning), telling me how he lost his bookbag on the train and it had his wallet in it..I said number one, why is your wallet in your bag, and not in your pocket, and he told some strange tale of a man bumping into people, and him not wanting his wallet stolen. Number two, bags have straps, these straps go on your arm, chest, genitals, somewhere, but the bag should not separate from you. I tried to mask my incredulous look, but after awhile, I'm sure it was as transparent as his immaturity. I don't know what is wrong with this young man, but I am quite sure that 2 months under my tutelage, can't even put a dent in the amount of work that needs to be done. I suppose I should continue to effort, but I damn near beyond the point of caring..

Man it is difficult going back and reading/editing some of my past blog entries. On some of them I feel like I went WAY overboard in terms of letting my emotions out, and in other entries I felt like I went WAY overboard in talking about an ex or somebody I used to deal with..why didn't you all tell me or something man? Needless to say, I will NOT be editing anything, except for a few proper nouns here and there. That way if someone reads my book and gets offended, I can use the old hey-that-wasn't-your-name trick.

After I finished editing and reading I got ready to go to bed, and I discovered that my laptop has a plethora of games on it, one of which is a golf game. I played it once, and then I noticed what the computer high score was, and then I was determined to beat the computer's score. Now mind you, I haven't played a video game of any sort since I was about 14, so these were definitely uncharted waters I was navigating here. I started playing around 3am, I had finally beat the computer score. During that time, I fought off 6 bouts of numb foot, the beginning stages of carpal tunnel, and an angry bladder..I felt like a jackass, but I was a jackass who was happy that he was victorious. See these are life's small treasures that we have to cherish.

Oh and I highly recommend listening to Richard Pryor on the way into work in the morning. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard.

3 Sides - Raheem Devaughn, Sy Smith and W. Ellington Felton


Bashful said...

Don't try to be Captain Save An Intern, he is obviously immature and sometimes immature people need to learn things the hard way.

Why did I not tell mention you were saying to much about you ex/life? Weeeellllll it's your blog, you do what you want, write what you want and you feel how you feel. Who am I to restrain what personal thoughts and feelings you write about??... check your email mane.

Sha said...

3 sides is my shit! Your intern is a lost cause.

LittleTortilla stays in DC said...

How old is this intern?

tia said...

i understand your frustration but i think the wrong thing to do is give up on him. your effect on him may not be immediate but trust, he will retain something. that's just how kids are, esp young adults. if you give up on him you'll be remembered as such. what do you want your legacy to be, rashad?