When I Was Twenty-One, It Was a Very Good Year...

This writer was at a meeting at a client’s offices yesterday and had to wait a bit because the people we were meeting with were already with someone in a conference room. They came out, said their goodbyes to the woman who they were talking to, and then we got to our business. As we were walking down the hall, the client said, “That was a candidate for our Fall internship. It’s always so weird, because you’re meeting with these people for a job, but it’s kinda not really a job also.