Help! Our office has been invaded by an army of pretty young things. Whichever you look, you are likely to spot somebody doing nothing.
Presto! You have found the intern. Arrayed in the latest pret-a-porters, with some even sporting streaked hair, the interns are here to while away a fortnight.
Of course, we can’t be too harsh – there isn’t much a newcomer can do in our organisation’s scheme of things.
Which is why they simply plop themselves into chairs and stare at us, while we stare back wondering how we have aged in the past one year. Wonder who’s more curious about the other?