The InternPosted: September 11, 2015
The other day, my human mommy/blogging assistant and I had a high-level business meeting. We decided that it was time to add an intern to the staff of my multi-media empire. At first I was super excited.
And then I learned that our new intern would be my pesky little sister, Tallulah Bee. Really?
It was clear to me–almost immediately–that her computer skills are lacking.
To be totally honest with you, I think she spends most of the day on Facebook.
When she’s not fooling around on Facebook, she’s gazing out the window. I’m constantly having to tell her to get back to work.
And I thought interns were supposed to run errands for their bosses. Half the time when I need a dog treat or something, that girl’s sound asleep.
Mommy says that I should have some patience. She says that Tallulah is young. She’s new to the job. She’s a smart girl and she’ll catch on quickly. I don’t know, friends. So far this intern experiment is looking like a disaster to me. It’s a good thing we’re not paying her.