Rampaging big boss: Hey, I need a garang intern. Anybody wants to volunteer?
*Deathly silence*
Rampaging big boss: Hey weili, I know you're very garang. Why are you giving me that look? Okay, I need someone to go jump into the seas off East Coast to take a little oily swim tomorrow.
Me: FML. You can't be serious.
Amused little boss: Hey, you need to wear a bikini too you know? And we prefer sending you guys because you all don't have insurance. Saves us money.
Me: ............
Of course, the whole conversation above was in jest. And honestly, they were better off not sending me. You know what's worse than an oil spill?
Me in a bikini. Yeah.