I am once again working late. I do this a lot. The training program here is my baby and making sure the evening classes go ok is my responsibility and yadda, yadda, yadda. What concerns me more are the Youth of Today. We have three unpaid interns in our office and two of them are here tonight, as they are on so many other nights. Let’s review the salient points, shall we? It’s a lovely summer evening in San Francisco, they’re young and they are spending this time in a fluorescent office with a cranky ole queen who wishes they would just go home so he could turn up the New Order pop tunes on his computer. These children are wasting prime scalawag time when they could be out experimenting with who knows what substances; voluminous, exotic cocktails; and alternative sexualities, but no, they sit around here typing and grunting. Wait, maybe that’s me. Still, they’re here. Go home, I want to say, go out and get laid. Do you think that complete lack of crow’s feet is going to last forever? WRONG. Why, when I was their age…oh never mind.