Ok, he stopped doing the robot 7 minutes early. I'm totally making a note of this in his file.

Dean of School: As far as I can tell your entire operation is little more than a messy apartment that may or may not contain a chicken.

Kramer: And with Darren's help, we'll *get* that chicken.

Dean: Mr. Kramer, we're not going to be able to let Darren continue to work with you.

Kramer: What? I must say this seem arbritrary and capricous.

Dean: Your fly is open.

My sentiments exactly.

I got an intern last fall. It blew. She was terrible, had no work ethic, effed up all the files she worked on, wore really tacky and revealing non-office-appropriate clothes, and generally irked the fluff out of me. Then after her internship ended, one of my colleagues, who'd listened to me bitch about her for three months, found her MySpace, which was full of soft-porn self portraits and trashy comments, not to mention misspellings and terrible grammar.

Lesson learned: Check their MySpace BEFORE hiring.

Hrmph. No more interns for me.

Oh Betsy -- we have SO MUCH to gab about! Would you believe I actually have a running list of agenda items when we meet up? I just added another thing to the list!

Wheeeeeee!

igWorld, here I come!

I bet the agenda items are in a spreadsheet.