The Intern Here

With the fifty-three-year-old, we assumed the opposite. We gave him client calls, project ownership, and a seat at the leadership meeting by week two. We didn’t assign him a “buddy.” We figured he didn’t need one.

The older intern struggled with the speed of things—the group chat that never sleeps, the three back-to-back Zoom calls, the unwritten rule that you answer emails at 9 PM. He needed someone to say, “Here’s how we work, not just what we work on.” The Intern

Not because they’re incapable. Because the territory changes faster than any of us admit. We’ve started pairing our interns—young and old, first-career and second-act. They teach each other. The twenty-one-year-old shows the fifty-three-year-old how to automate a report. The fifty-three-year-old shows the twenty-one-year-old how to run a meeting without an agenda descending into chaos. With the fifty-three-year-old, we assumed the opposite

Last month, our team welcomed two interns. One is twenty-one, halfway through a computer science degree. The other is fifty-three, halfway through a career pivot after his manufacturing plant closed. The older intern struggled with the speed of