A year ago an Intern started in our team at work (a university student who takes a year out part way through their course to work in a real environment). He drove me loopy. To start with I wondered if that was how it felt to have a little brother. Then I realised I was almost (not quite!) old enough to be his mum…and I felt really old.
I’ve got used to him over the last year. It’s been like having an entertaining Tigger-like presence in the office and I’m going to miss him – today was his last day. I’ll miss the round of applause he gives each member of the team when they come back to their desk from a meeting, getting a drink, the toilet…. I’ll miss the teasing that he was so good at. And I’ll miss the insight into the mind of a 21 year old…actually, some of that I won’t! I will miss seeing his words of motivation and notes though.
This appeared on his desk early on:
And notes like these followed on team desks on a regular basis:
- Carrying four glasses of water at once
- Fitting three golf balls in his mouth at once
- Finishing a pint of diet coke in thee seconds
A few weeks back we asked him what was the most important thing he’d learned while being an Intern. We expected some sort of business related gem but his answer was:
‘To keep women in their 30’s happy, provide food. Preferably chocolate’.
Ben, our work here is done. I’m going to miss you and your biceps a lot ;o)