I bought this painting in Soho

I knew it would be an LJ icon the moment I decided to buy it. I expect I'll be using it a lot when replying to angsty posts by various people. :)

Oddly, it's perfect for today because (yipes!) I have an intern starting today whose existence I just remembered at about 6:40 AM while lying in bed, and she's expecting to get an orientation from me in just a couple of hours. Okayyyy, crap, intern orientation plan commencing!

Ready, go.

It's where I learned to like salad -- it was a good place for me.

Out at lunch with the new intern, a few of us ended up trading stories of first jobs. I said I worked at Burger King, and this elicited "REALLY?" and quite a lot of laughter from one of my newer co-workers. Sure, when I was a teenager I did, and it was a good first job in a lot of ways. People nodded, and this coworker was shocked to find that most of us around the table had had some kind of food-service or blue-collar job when we were teenagers. "So you guys... you weren't working these jobs because you needed the money, did you, it's more like a cultural thing?"

Well, we got some allowance, but for real spending money to buy our own stuff we needed the jobs, sure. Why, what was your first job, we asked?

It's a totally different culture, he said. Yeah, I didn't say, it's called being rich.

Someone said something about feeling sorry for kids who have too much handed to them. I might have nodded, but I didn't mean it. I know a few people who have grown up with money, and it really hasn't messed them up. Hello, bitter jealousy... ugh... it's the offhanded assumption that everyone has money that tends to get to me.