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intern: hattersarts: so may has a background in engineering and liv n her maybe coworkers? peter couldn’t intern under may she he interned under his aunt’s best friend.  and. some lab times.
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so may has a background in engineering and liv n her maybe coworkers? peter couldn’t intern under may she he interned under his aunt’s best friend.  and. some lab times.

hattersarts: so may has a background in engineering and liv n her maybe coworkers? peter couldn’t intern under may she he interned u...

intern: The best gift for an intern
intern: The best gift for an intern

The best gift for an intern

intern: LUXURY TAX ALK PARK PLACE PAY $75.00 phan-is-sempiternal: mousathe14: gehayi: profeminist: Tampons are a “luxury item” Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary. I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him. He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument. “If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.” His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!” I thought,  You have got to be kidding. Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries. And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen. That’s.., that’s insane. what the fuck did i just read
intern: LUXURY
 TAX
 ALK
 PARK
 PLACE
 PAY $75.00
phan-is-sempiternal:

mousathe14:

gehayi:

profeminist:

Tampons are a “luxury item”

Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.
I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.
“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”
I thought,  You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.

That’s.., that’s insane.

what the fuck did i just read

phan-is-sempiternal: mousathe14: gehayi: profeminist: Tampons are a “luxury item” Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. O...

intern: When I as an intern tell the senior dev that I found a bug in the legacy code
intern: When I as an intern tell the senior dev that I found a bug in the legacy code

When I as an intern tell the senior dev that I found a bug in the legacy code

intern: SU 27531 the-lazy-intern: trashcanbees: who is she? Marie Kondo
intern: SU 27531
the-lazy-intern:

trashcanbees:

who is she?

Marie Kondo

the-lazy-intern: trashcanbees: who is she? Marie Kondo

intern: fuiru One of my favourite Steve Jobs stories was the time the engineers working on the iPod brought their finished prototype to him in his office. He said it was too big, they needed to make it smaller. They said it was as small as they could make it, it couldn't be made any smaller. So he took the prototype over to his aquarium and dropped it in. The iPod sank to the bottom, and as it did, tiny little bubbles came out. 'See those bubbles,' he asked. 'They're air inside the iPod. Make it smaller. "Another story about Steve Jobs was when they brought the prototype for the iPad 2 to his office. The engineers told him it was faster than the first iPad. He took it over to his aquarium and dropped it in. Look how slowly it sank, he told them. Make it faster One time a newly hired intern had been sent out to get Steve a sandwich. When she brought it to him, he looked at it. 1 thought I ordered the beef on rye," he asked. She told him it was indeed beef on rye. He took it over to his fish tank and dropped it in. "Does that look like beef on rye?' He was always dropping things in that fish tank. We couldn't stop him. We told him he had to stop, he wouldn't listen. It was full of stuff that shouldn't be in an aquarium. The fish had all died years ago. One had been crushed under an early generation iMac. The others were all poisoned. He didn't care It got to the point where there was no room for anything in the fish tank. When we emptied it after he died, we found a body in there. We never found out who it was." That doesnt sound right, but I dont know enough about Steve Jobs to dispute it
intern: fuiru
 One of my favourite Steve Jobs stories was the time the engineers
 working on the iPod brought their finished prototype to him in his office. He
 said it was too big, they needed to make it smaller. They said it was as
 small as they could make it, it couldn't be made any smaller. So he took
 the prototype over to his aquarium and dropped it in. The iPod sank to the
 bottom, and as it did, tiny little bubbles came out. 'See those bubbles,' he
 asked. 'They're air inside the iPod. Make it smaller.
 "Another story about Steve Jobs was when they brought the prototype for
 the iPad 2 to his office. The engineers told him it was faster than the first
 iPad. He took it over to his aquarium and dropped it in. Look how slowly it
 sank, he told them. Make it faster
 One time a newly hired intern had been sent out to get Steve a sandwich.
 When she brought it to him, he looked at it. 1 thought I ordered the beef on
 rye," he asked. She told him it was indeed beef on rye. He took it over to
 his fish tank and dropped it in. "Does that look like beef on rye?'
 He was always dropping things in that fish tank. We couldn't stop him. We
 told him he had to stop, he wouldn't listen. It was full of stuff that shouldn't
 be in an aquarium.
 The fish had all died years ago. One had been crushed under an early
 generation iMac. The others were all poisoned. He didn't care
 It got to the point where there was no room for anything in the fish tank.
 When we emptied it after he died, we found a body in there. We never
 found out who it was."
That doesnt sound right, but I dont know enough about Steve Jobs to dispute it

That doesnt sound right, but I dont know enough about Steve Jobs to dispute it