Let’s stop pretending we don’t know what real interns are like.
Most of them stroll in with big dreams, tiny notebooks, and the attention span of a goldfish on Adderall. They’re sweet, they’re nervous, they’re trying… but let’s not kid ourselves — they’re a full-time job disguised as “help.”
You ask them to do competitor research.
They return three bullet points and a question:
“Should I Google more?”
Meanwhile, AI agents are out here pulling 50-page reports in the time it takes a human intern to find the Wi-Fi password.
These things aren’t “tools.”
They’re unpaid digital workers with zero boundaries, zero emotions, and zero bullshit tolerance.
You want a summary?
They’ll give you ten — color-coded.
You want a spreadsheet cleaned?
Done before you blink.
You want a workflow automated?
They’ll do that while also fixing the mess you created pretending you “had a system.”
And the best part?
AI agents don’t do any of the annoying human intern stuff:
• They don’t ask dumb questions five minutes after you explained it
• They don’t disappear for “lunch” and return three hours later smelling like iced coffee and regret
• They don’t need feedback, reassurance, onboarding, or therapy
• They don’t crumble emotionally when you say “Can you redo this?”
• They don’t CC ten people for no reason
• They don’t silently judge your email tone
They just WORK.
Hard. Fast. Correctly.
The way you always wished someone would.
But here’s the savage truth:
If an AI agent can steal your job, your job was already begging for mercy.
The winners aren’t the ones “competing” with AI.
They’re the ones managing it — like tiny, efficient digital minions who never sleep, never complain, and never give you that “I don’t know how to do this” face.
This is the new career flex:
not working harder, not grinding more, not pulling heroic all-nighters like some corporate martyr —
but calmly delegating 40% of your workload to a machine while you drink your coffee in peace.
AI agents aren’t replacing humans.
They’re replacing bullshit.
The admin sludge.
The repetitive nonsense.
The brain-rotting tasks that made you question your life choices.
So no — your career isn’t dying.
It’s finally evolving.
You get to do the thinking.
The machines can handle the chores.
Honestly?
It’s about fucking time.
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