68 working days left, in memory of the interns at B*tes

It suddenly seems less formidable. As we approach the halfway mark in our internship, let's pause and remember the people at B*tes.

For the 12-hour shifts they pull. For the work that goes unheeded, unused or unappreciated. For the perserverance they've shown. For the bitchiness they've had to put up with. For having the balls to rise above it all.

Because you are decent human beings. Because you have long ago decided that they can just go screw themselves. Because, you are better than that.

And for that, I salute you.

Press on.