So about a week ago, INTERN read a manuscript that blew her away. After sleeping on it for several nights, after which the manuscript still had not lost any of its power, INTERN put the ms in Executive Ed's inbox, as per Assistant Ed's instructions.
Executive Ed (holding astonishing manuscript): Why was this in my inbox?
INTERN The writing is incredible, and the author won a MacArthur grant—
Executive Ed (throws manuscript into recycle with such force that the pages explode free of their clip): Do you know how many f^ing MacArthur grants I have sitting in my inbox right now? I don't have time for this shit!
(glares at INTERN and storms back into office)
A little while later, one of the Stepford Interns (who are all actually very nice and smart) explained to INTERN that Executive Ed's performance was actually a kind of test: Executive Ed will only read a manuscript if it's so good that someone will a) spend an hour fishing the pages out of the recycle and reassembling them and b) risk life and limb and the wrath of ten thousand polecats putting them back in his inbox after being savagely warned off.
INTERN is not sure if this kind of demand for ultimate passion and blood sacrifice makes Executive Ed a genius or some kind of deranged dictator.
Either way, things have been awfully dramatic around here.