3 horror internship stories from fellow NYUers after the jump:

“I filed Lindsay Lohans bar bill invoices at an unnamed production company for her stay at the four seasons in Beverly Hills during the release of the movie “Bobby.” Lets just say the Kennedy’s weren’t the only people to take shots to the dome.”

-Sophomore, Jarett Moyse

“During the fall of my sophomore year, I decided to intern in the Public Relations division of a fashion company. As fashion week was approaching, they decided to send all of their interns to different areas of the city to deliver invitations to their show, instead of just mailing them out. I got assigned “Time Square” and literally got on the subway with four huge bags filled with invitations. Not only was it freezing outside, but the buildings were also far apart and impossible to find. After thirty minutes of wandering around, I literally dropped my bags in the middle of Time Square, started hysterically crying, and called my dad. I walked over to his office which was only a few blocks away and LUCKILY, he got someone in his office to actually deliver the invitations for me–so bratty of me, I know. That very moment I called up my boss and quit…Needless to say, that was the end of both the fashion world and PR world for me. ”

-Senior, Mailini Lakhaney

“Ok- so this is pretty ridiculous…My boss, while I am clearly doing a ton of work, decided that it would be a good time to share with me her life story. Well one of many at least. Apparently she felt the need to describe to me- in detail- why she can’t eat certain foods. She told me that she has to poop in a bag because she has no intestines. Honestly, I feel bad for her, but what the hell, this is a professional workplace, and I do not want to hear about how you clean your shit out of a bag ‘every hour, on the hour’. Not only did she waste my time, she completely ruined my lunch hour, and now I run out of the bathroom every time she comes in.”

-Sophomore, Jacqui Kinner