It occurred that I mentioned something about calling my intern in an earlier post…. and never bothered noting that I even *had* one in the first place.

A night out with the “family” from work along with my darling bossette, (matriarchal-elect, A-list fag hag supreme), usually renders a bunch of debacheous fun and usually a hang over in the morning…

Well, last time it also rendered me an intern for the summer.

Josh, big boss’ assistant who was out with us that night had the guy he’s been dating meet us out…

“Lee” – a 22 year old farm-boy from the east-side and aspiring cog for the creative industry… He’s leaving for Columbia College in Chicago soon to pursue a career in graphic design / PR / advertising, (he’s not totally sure yet).

Before the night was out – Amy had him talked into working for free for the summer. (She’s the type that can sell ice-cube to Eskimos)

Lee…. Imagine if Jim Nabors and Daniel Day-Lewis had a love child which was then raised by elves in some mountain tree-village.

He’s young…
He’s shapely like a telephone pole isn’t.
He’s pretty.
He’s got the world by the nut-sack.

and I don’t think I’ve had so much fun at work since he’s been around…

*so much actually that apparently my curmudgeonous cell-mates in the basement of our office have filed complaints with my boss that… get this… “they’re having too much fun”.

If we weren’t getting the staggeringly respectable amount of work done we are – I’d heed the warning… instead I took it as a troubling omen about office morale. (…worry about that another time).

The weird part is I’m not used to having a subordinate / student…. I perceive myself as a student – so to suddenly have someone looking up to you hanging on every word that falls out of your mouth is… well… weird… and sure – nice for the old ego.

Lee’s experience on the mac was zilch when he started… His learning curve is staggeringly short… He’s like a friggin sponge… In a couple of weeks he’s learned how to get around in the Mac OS, scan, color correct, resize images, do simple layouts in FreeHand, export PDFs *and* edit MySQL database content.

I’ve had the privilege of teaching him those little things that career pixel pushers take for total granted… Stuff like “No mater what program you’re using… SHIFT always means “add more” and/or “constrain proportions”.

You’d swear I was showing him magic tricks….

It’s cool to see the light go on in his head when he *gets* what I tell him… which is like every time… I seldom have to re-explain big concepts… Which either means I’ve got a lot of potential to be a good teacher or he’s profoundly smart….

For purely asshole selfish reasons I’m going to say I’m just a really good teacher because I can’t stand the thought of someone being that young, pretty *and* smart.

sheesh… 22… chicken.