A Horse Head for Christmas

One of the worst things about internships is that you have to be overly excited about everything.

• I would be so honored to run last week's data!

• Are you kidding? Checking time code is absolutely my favorite thing to do.

• I think this is a totally great experience and I am learning like amazing life lessons every morning--and yes I already bought forty 2 cent postage stamps.

Basically imagine every day is Christmas and you keep getting a package of Hanes accessorized with a roll of pennies from Grandmama.

I was thinking about this when I went to the Scope Art Fair and saw a ginormous Horse Head on the ground with a skinny arm poking out from under the mane. The arm then proceeded to slowly brush the mane--the girl, to whom I'm assuming the arm was attached, must have been crammed into a space with the volume of your average paper box.

I imagined her day might have gone something like this:

Artist: Hey do you mind being working at that art fair?

Intern: Oh my God! I would totally love to--it's totally a dream of mine.

Artist: Great! (Pulls out scary head from behind immaculate white desk) So here's the horse head.

Intern (still smiling): Oh, so this is the...Great! Uh yeah this is definitely a dream of mine.

Artist: Oh fabulous! Now your best bet is to keep your knees under you. I love you in this--are you ok in there?

Intern: Oh yeah there is plenty of leg room.

Artist: You don't mind do you?

Intern (crying silently): Oh NO! I mean this is a Kansasian's dream come true. I totally feel like Charlotte in Sex and City. Yeah love it.