Tedium...and Talent?

Well, the summer interns have left my office, and so fall has arrived. I'd like to think they got something valuable out of their time with us, but I'm not so sure. I just found a notepad tucked in a desk drawer, with something left by one of our little friends.

It's kind of a photo essay of his internship, I think. Moreover, I think it might be a photo essay of many people's work experience:

Maybe he's into sailing. Then again, maybe he'd just like to sail away from the copier.

Ah, daydreaming about the female intern across the hall. I think my boss was having daydreams, too, but his drawings of him with her weren't quite so G-rated.

Also, what's the deep terrible significance of crossing her out? Maybe she snubbed him.

Staring into space. Inner space. I stared at my desk phone like this last Friday. Hell of a hangover.

And the coup de gras. I knew I liked this kid.

This drawing speaks to me on so many levels. It's that guy who calls every day from vacation. It's a humerous image of ridiculous notion. It's a commentary that the grass is always greener. Whatever it is, I'm impressed.

When I was bored at my internship, I Googled myself. This kid put some thought into passing the tedium. If he ever starts a business, I'm investing.