A Day at the Office: The Intern has been "had".

"Gotcha!" The infamous words that we say to somebody before letting them bite the dust.

About a week ago, I was on my way to lunch and I saw Rocky walking the opposite direction. Rocky is not an italian boxer from New York. He is a highly respected writer for Playboy and works upstairs with editorial (duh!). Primarily, Rocky works alongside Chris Napolitano. Rocky came to Spring Break with us last year and it definitely wouldn't have been half as memorable as it was without him.

Anyway, I'm on my way to lunch checking out all of the girls in their summer dresses that are see-through in the sunlight. I notice a few picking wedgies and a few squeezing their tig bass itties ( o )( o )together.


While caught in a trance from a hottie pulling up her dress, I see Rocky in the corner of my eye for about 2 seconds.


I turn to say "what's up" to him, only to get the infamous hand sign. The hand sign that looks like "A-Okay"...the hand sign that screams "Gotcha!"...the hand sign that leaves you right in the dust.


I make my way back to the office and see to it that I send Rocky a very important e-mail containing the below image.

Within minutes...I go back to the e-mail to save it and somehow Rocky had replaced it with an image of his own.
Congrats, Rocky! You got me....for now. Too bad that cool hat you're wearing used to sit in my cube and I know that it was designed for females.

...Smooth...

Soon enough, I will have the perfect counter to take care of business. I've been trying to come up with a master plan to get Rocky in the best way possible.



Send me some suggestions on clever ways for me to get him back!