Happy Intern talked about the complex she moved into this year. For the past two years, she had been living in the cheapest of complexes and hating every moment of it. From packages that didn't get delivered, to the washing machines spewing rust colored stains all over her work uniforms, to the total lack of response to the criminal activities that seem to take place nightly around the apartments, it was a vile place to live.
I over heard Happy Intern telling Future Intern that the complex she lives in now has pizza parties and they don't even guilt-trip you if you're just there to score a free meal and have no intention of signing a lease. But, then she said the sad thing. She said "and, what I really like is that they give us real drinks . . . not the watered down lemonade they serve us on campus."
Oh, poor student thing. Someday, you will only know "real drinks" and watered down lemonade will just be one of those college memories you laugh over. I promise.