For the past week, I have been on a strict egg diet, prepared in fun and exciting new ways: scrambled, and hard-boiled, scrambled, and hard-boiled. Until today….at work…. Thank you Associate Publisher Jesse! Because of your hard-work and dedication to Portland Magazine over the past 10 years, meat-deprived and impoverished interns like myself got to enjoy a feast of deliciousness.
“I can’t remember the last time I ate meat,” I whispered to Adam, a fellow intern. “Me either,” he whispered back, “Eat while we can.” We sat quietly on the couch, in a complete and utter food-trance.
The silence is broken by a tremendous hiccup on my behalf. I couldn’t control the rudeness of my hiccups, so I had to remove myself from the social scene.
Next, came the big, fat food-baby. I look around, and everyone’s got it. Itty-bitty Assistant Pub Karen is clutching her food-baby. Ad Director Anna declares, “This baby better come out within the next two weeks.” In time for her wedding, of course. Ad Exec Lexi chimes in, “It’s twins.” It’s a series of groans in the office for the next half-hour or so, and I have to take my belt off. A peek into the fabulous life of a publication company.
–Betsy Schluge