So our company decided to get a few interns a while back, we have a lot of seasonal work that involves very basic photoshop skills, but a high degree of attention to detail. Interns theoretically would have been perfect, since we didn't have to pay them much and it was understood that it was a temporary position so no feelings hurt when the season was over and they were let go. The local ITT campus had reached out to us shortly before this, so we had an agreement that the top students in their programs would be the ones sent over to help us out.
I don't know if you guys are familiar with ITT, but if not, it's a for profit technical school that puts people into debt and gives them very little chance at any sort of job after they graduate their subpar degrees. It turns out their 'top students' were hardly better at photoshop than a random person off the street, and they were just about to graduate. Now, to the story:
One of the interns we get is a middle aged scraggly looking guy, lets just call him Stinky. So Stinky has a habit of breathing loudly, stretching his legs out into my working space (he sat behind and to the left), and every day he gets back from lunch reeking of cigarettes and cheap cologne, and occasionally alcohol. Every time Stinky walked by, he for some reason felt the need to touch my shoulder. He would often fart loudly while people were talking to him. It was like if Rick from Rick and Morty worked with you but not smart, funny, or cool in any way.
Stinky was terrible at photoshop, and it was my duty to (attempt) to train him on how to do what simple duties he was given. It was like teaching your drunk middle aged uncle how to use a computer for the first time. He was supposed to be taking client provided logos of varying degrees of print readiness, and then clean them up so that they could be used on press (press being a screenprint press, for t-shirts). It really isn't very hard, you just have to have common sense and know a few rules and you're fine, but Stinky couldn't handle that as he apparently had no common sense and no capacity to learn. He would randomly crop logos off in the middle of a word, or he'd not size them correctly, etc. Obviously if a mistake like that made it to the press, we'd have to reprint the shirts and lose out on lots of money. I was nice the first, second, third, tenth time I had to correct him, even when he'd get angry in response. Eventually I was started ignoring him when he called my name, the old 'headphones, can't hear you' trick to deflect his stupid questions to the Art Director. One day, I took off my headphones and my boss was attempting to show him how to draw a circle in photoshop, probably the easiest 101 thing you learn how to do. I mean, god damn, there's a tool that does it for you.
Work performance aside, Stinky was a habitual liar and embellisher. He'd tell us stories of his grandpa who supposedly was 7 foot tall, and once choke slammed a woman in a restaurant for telling him how to 'raise his kids'. The next time ol'gramps was 7ft 5, could bend metal with his teeth, and probably killed Nazis in his sleep. Eventually we started referring to him as the Grampsquatch. Stinky's grand plans for after he graduated ITT was to become a game designer (lol). I felt kind of bad, since obviously someone at ITT put it in his head that that was even possible at his skill level.
Luckily everyone got tired of Stinky real quick, and let him go before his internship was over. I think he probably only lasted a month, if that. Good riddance.