D.C.’s interns have truly been the talk of the summer. From their fleet-footedness following the Supreme Court’s ruling on DOMA to the challenges they face working in D.C., the city’s interns are now a much-discussed group.
Unfortunately, not all the news is good, as was the case for this particular intern. A supervisor was absolutely astounded yesterday when his under-21 intern showed up “hammered” and “reeking of booze” to work. The intern incessantly professed his love for Paul Ryan before jetting off to a hearing where he could see the former vice-presidential nominee…three hours before the hearing took place.
Along the way, the intern also lost his shoe after leaving it to save his place in the (non-existent) line so he could go procure a breakfast burrito. Needless to say, the intern was promptly fired upon returning to the office.
The entire email account of the situation is below, courtesy of Gawker:
From: [Redacted]
Sent: Wednesday, July 31, 2013 12:30 PM
To: Tour Coordinators
Subject: The case of the drunk intern and the missing shoe
I’m going to trust everyone with this little tidbit, because I think it might brighten a few days and if anyone saw an intern wandering around with only one shoe on this morning, they have a right to know why. But with great power comes great responsibilities, my fellow listers.
This morning one of my interns (who is under 21) came in about 2 hours late, absolutely hammered, reeking of booze, wearing the same clothes that he had on yesterday. He wandered the legislative area, slurring about how he was in love with [redacted: Paul Ryan] and can’t wait to see *him* at a hearing later today. Further crude conversation ensued that ended only when he abruptly ran out of our office to get in line for the aforementioned hearing (which was in about 3 hours). Allegedly, his plan was to find a “smokeshow” (in the spirit of list-lingo, wasn’t the word he actually used) at the front of the line to flirt with in order to cut and get in.
After an in-office powwow, we realized that no, we weren’t all crazy and yes, he is beyond drunk. My LC went after him before any further damage could be done but he was too late. It seems upon his arrival to the hearing room, our dear intern was the first in line (go figure). Having no one to “save his spot” he simply left one of his shoes there as a place-saver and went down to Longworth for some breakfast. When he returned, breakfast burrito in hand and one shoe on his foot, he discovered that he was indeed still first in the non-existent line, but his poor, abandoned shoe was nowhere to be found. That’s when my LC found him – in a heated discussion with a nearby janitor regarding the whereabouts of his “stolen” shoe.
Needless to say, he was promptly sent home to sleep it off and I’m down an intern for the remainder of the summer (not that I’m crying over it).
*Slow clap for the summer interns*
And a slow clap for all the interns on the DC summer interns blog as well.