Lunch With The Intern

I believe I may have mentioned that The Ab-Cat has a job this summer. She was offered an internship at the company where Jip the Farm Dog’s husband, known affectionately as Mr. Jaw Dog, is boss.

Since she has never really worked an actual job before, it has been a very good learning experience for her. And they pay her.

Jip and I had been wanting to get together for lunch with another friend of ours, The Supreme, who has been working at the same place for a few years.  Yesterday was the day.

They have security at this place. You have to stop by the front desk when you get there and give them your license so they can make you a guest pass. Your guest pass must be visible at all times. You have to use it to open the glass doors when you get off the elevator at all floors, at all times. It’s like CTU on 24. And you have to have your own Jack Bauer to personally escort you through the building, at all times.

The Supreme was our official CTU escort. She picked us up in the lobby, and we then commenced to the cafeteria. The first table in was full of Abby’s co workers from the 5th floor. The Supreme introduced me around. I recognized some of the names, and actually knew one gal from our church. They said nice things about our Girl. She says nice things about them too.

I then texted Abby and made her join us for lunch.

After we ate, we had some more CTU tour. This is the 4th floor, Abby’s official office. Of course, she did not want her picture taken. She never wants her picture taken, and you would have thought I had asked her sing in public, wearing a Buzz Lightyear costume. She does not spend much time at this desk, as she does not spend much time on this floor anymore. She has been loaned to the 5th floor, where they had a big job for her to do. I commented on her lack of lived in look. No pictures, or personal effects, no Dwight Schrute bobble heads.


This is where she spends her days. Where the magic happens.


Looks more lived in here. I see my sweater over there.


Here it is! Her Precious. She scans. She is a Scanner.

She scans many pieces of paper, while listening to her ipod. The Supreme had a good idea, books on tape. She could have listened to Harry Potter books 1-7 !


She is in this area so much, one of the nice gals made her a sign.


She is very happy to be busy, productive and is trying to help them reach their goal of scanning every piece of paper in the building!

It was after this floor tour that Jip said I made a critical error. We were leaving Abby there to go back to work, and I kissed her goodbye. Evidently, there is no kissing of the Employees. What do I know?

We then toured onward and upward to see Mr. Jaw Dog’s office. Only he was not there, which we knew. He was with his son in Florida, at Nationals, which I correctly guessed involved basketball. I did meet his efficient secretary, Jane Hathaway, though. Mr Dog’s office was very tidy. It is here that I must confess that Jip and I used his potty. Only Jip calls it the biffy. Where does that word come from Jip? I need an origin source. It was a very nice biffy.

After the tour, The Supreme escorted us back to the lobby, where we returned our CTU badges. We were then free to go.

So we went!


  1. Jip the Farm Dog said,

    July 28, 2011 at 8:42 AM

    –noun, plural -fies. Chiefly Upper Midwest and Canadian Slang .
    a toilet or privy.

    • caprik said,

      July 28, 2011 at 9:15 AM

      Ahhh, you must have picked it up when you were college-ing in the U.P., eh? That is about as upper midwest as you can get!

      • Tammy said,

        July 29, 2011 at 8:59 AM

        I knew that word had to have come from another country.;)

  2. Tammy said,

    July 28, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    You will have to add biffy or biff to the nuthatch dictionary.

  3. Marlene said,

    July 28, 2011 at 9:00 AM

    Great word-I approve!! Sounds like a fun day.

  4. Cindy Stratton said,

    July 28, 2011 at 11:15 AM

    You continue to CRACK ME UP ! ! !

  5. July 28, 2011 at 5:21 PM

    Sounds like a great summer job and a fun lunch out! I would have loved to listen to books while at work. She’s got a good deal.

  6. deb said,

    July 28, 2011 at 7:58 PM

    A “payin’ your dues” sort of job, Abby! It could be so much worse, couldn’t it…

  7. July 29, 2011 at 9:38 AM

    Sounds like fun! BTW, your job (as you are well aware) is to kiss your kids on the head to remind them “they ain’t as big as they think they are”. Job well done!

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