My client drew this in Art Group, today.
Him: I’m a phenomenal artist.
Me: Garfield is orange. You messed with his image.
Him: He is a fictional cat, Hend.
Client to intern: You did such a good job!
Me: OH, JUST HIM, EDD?
Client: I love you, too. You’re so green. You look like…chlorophyl.
Literally my favorite client.
Context: I was the Wicked Witch of the West for the Halloween Party, today.
Today was the Halloween party at work.
A client came dressed up as me.
Because I’m her favorite intern.
Me: Hey, I got addicted to the Hokey Pokey, but I turned myself around.
Client: That’s what it’s all about.
Three clients across the room:HOKEY POKEY!
*All start shaking out of sync*
I love my job.
My boss has been telling me not to push my religion on people repetitively since last week. I don’t even bring up religion at all. Like not even one time have I brought it up.
I feel extremely uncomfortable, but can’t do anything about it, because I’ll definitely get fired.
If I get fired, I don’t graduate.
Client: Hey, are you Russian?
Me: No. I’m ethnically Egyptian.
Client: Are you German?
Me: No, I’m American. I was born and raised in New York.
Client: You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.
Me: I’m not Russian, Lacey.
Client: Why are you lying about being Russian?
Me: I’M NOT RUSSIAN, LACEY!
Client: THEN WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN WHITE?
I have this coworker that’s super nice, but he’s pretty racist. At one point, we were discussing cultures and groups of people that good ol’ Donald attacks.
Jokingly, I said, “So you like me, but not my people.”
“Your eyes are very pretty.”
*On my first day*
“I guess terrorist jokes are out of the question, now.”
“You are not welcome.”