Dear intern who has adopted my desk:
I get that you don't have your own desk yet. That's not your fault. You seem to have adopted my desk as a place to work when I'm not here in the mornings. I don't really like that, but I can't get mad when they've forced you to have to find some place to sit.
However.
The fact that you a.) change things on my computer (which hates people to begin with), b.) get into my books and resources and don't put them back the way you found them, c.) take my pens and other desk things off my desk to never return them and d.) leave your crap here once I get back and don't clean it up really pisses me off.
Therefore, I've started to lock all my shirt up in the drawers. Is this petty? Totally. But I'm really picky about where I work. Incredibly. It makes me crazy to not have things right where I think they should be. I really want to password protect my screensaver so that when you try to get on, you can't! I won't do this, because you're a nice girl who just doesn't quite have the same respect for the workspace that I do. But darling, don't press your luck.
Also? Don't give out my phone number to your interview subjects, because I'm not your secretary and don't want to have to track you down if they call me back when you're out of the office. You're at my desk for about three hours a day and wandering around about five more. Give them your cell's number or the main news desk. Not the sports department.
In conclusion, my dear intern, this is not your desk. This is like visiting your boyfriend's parents house when they're not there. Leave it like you found it, and don't have strange people calling.
Not so much love,
Kritter
