An Open Letter To Bonathon: Battle Of The Interns

Would you mess with this dude?
Would you mess with this dude?

Well, our shy little intern Bonathon has caused quite a ripple in the intern world. First, he single-handedly shut down one of Dallas’ favorite soul food restaurants, Vern’s. Now he’s got a inbox full of groupies. (Yes, he does.) Today comes a challenge from Josh Storie, an intern at Levenson & Brinker PR. This is all sooo Facebook. Go, Josh:

Dear Bonathan,

For right now, my name is Josh. You don’t know me but I’m fully aware of who you are. Stories of your interning escapades have provided more humor for the lovely ladies in the cubicles beside me than anything else since I started interning here at Levenson & Brinker PR. As I’m sure you can tell, this is a pretty happening place. But, nonetheless, the tales of the infamous “Bonathan” have caused three of the women who oversee my imminently important and exceedingly entertaining duties as an intern to dub me with a nickname as well. (Oh, it gets better–flip the page.)
Now, you would think that after working in the cutthroat world of public relations for as long as they have, they would craft a nickname so original and so inspired that it could only come from someone who gets paid to think creatively. I mean after all, there are 25 letters in the alphabet other than J that they could play with. Mosh, Gosh, Posh, JoshKosh B’Gosh. The possibilities are endless. But, instead, they decided on Bonathan. Original right? Apparently they determined that a uniform intern nickname was appropriate. So that has been my name for the last 5 weeks. And I don’t hate it. I’ve actually grown accustom to it. Today my boss, Katie, tried to call me by my real name and after three failed attempts she just went back to Bonathan. It’s just easier that way. Most people in the office still wonder why the girls call me Bonathan since it doesn’t remotely resemble my name at all. But typically those people just smile and nod like someone who pretends to be in on an inside joke but really has no clue what’s going on. But the name has added something different to the everyday grind.

When my first day consisted of learning the ins and outs of the copy machine, researching random factoids and going to the post office to buy stamps so I could mail Katie’s personal packages, I thought I had landed another mindless internship that was just going to act as a resume booster. But as I’ve spent time working here, I’ve actually learned a few things. First, I’ve found that the majority of my college professors wouldn’t recognize the real world if it hit them in the face with a bat. Next, making sure my desk is always stocked with gum so those who sign off on my paycheck can have something to chew on after lunch is a completely indispensable and valuable role. And finally, there can’t be two interns named Bonathan. And that brings me to why I am writing you today.

From what I hear (or read), your bosses seem to like you. And I’m pretty sure mine like me alright as well. But Dallas isn’t big enough for two Bonathans. So I hereby challenge you to a competition to end all competitions. A bout that will decide once and for all who the best intern really is, and who gets to keep the ever-so-coveted title of Bonathan. One on one. Man to man. “Bano a Bano”. Should you choose to accept my challenge, we will compete at the new Tower Athletic Club and Spa where we will be tested on physical prowess, athleticism, mental toughness, ability to perform daily office tasks and overall ballerness.

If you’re not up to the challenge, I understand. I’d probably back down out of pure fear if I were in your spot too. But if you want to determine who the best intern really is by competing in one of the most epic battles since the 2002 Asian Badminton Championships (talk about a nail biter), just know that I am here in my starched Polo and khakis ready to come at you like Angelina Jolie on a foreign baby.

Well, I’ve got to get back to work. I have a list of 137 journalists (who don’t give a flip about what I’m pitching them) that I’ve been told to call.
Josh Storie

13 comments on “An Open Letter To Bonathon: Battle Of The Interns

  1. WOW, a food blog about nothing! Fantastic, atleast it is free. I love reading about interns. Now I can sleep better tonight.
    Rename it “Waste of Time Blog” instead of sidedish.

  2. I love it!!! Bano a Bano!

    I’m totally tuned in. I’m also unemployed at the moment, so this might factor in my level of enthusiasm.

  3. @Slappy. Really? All the great reviews/food news Nancy provides on a daily basis and you’re going to bag on her for one post about interns that’s kinda funny? You must not be a regular SD reader.

  4. This should be more fun that watching interns make fools of themselves at the Best of Big D parties.

  5. Ehh… JoshwannabeBonathan’s got nothing on the real Bonathan. Still, I’d love to see an Intern Challenge of some sorts..

  6. You people realize that these blog items are what interns are now turning in as clips to prove that they actually learned something over the summer.

  7. maybe D should consider hiring Bonathan II. His prose is much more complete and readable even if it is a tad wordy for the blog.

  8. Bonathons – do you know what’s gay? being coerced by your summer female overlords into this circle jerk of a competition.