a fate worse than boredom?

I chatted on the phone with my sister tonight. I have to repeat two of her anecdotes:

S's wrapping up her internship in Richmond. As she was setting up her presentation, a guy asked her, "How did you and H decide who would go first?"

"A cage match," she answered. An awkward silence broke into a few chuckles.

Then after S's presentation, while H was setting up hers, the same guy asked her, "So, H, are you going second because you won or lost?"

"There was no cage match," H responds.

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Then my sister had to go to an orientation for the internship extravaganza weekend. After she wrote to alert them that she may be late due to her presentation and a staff meeting, she received a rude email that it was imperative that she be there at 5:30. So, she busts her butt to get there at 5:30. She's seated at a table at this very important meeting: damn, if a HR officer isn't at the front reading (verbatim) the packet they'd handed the interns. My sister whispers to the person next to her, "I must be in the wrong room, I'm supposed to be at the orientation for literate interns." Apparently, a HR lackey overheard her and gave her the stink eye.