Those that know me well know that I love to booze. I’ve never turned down a shot of whiskey or one more beer.
I like getting drunk.
But there is one kind of booze I won’t get drunk on anymore. And that’s gin. Because gin drunk is the drunkest kind of drunk.
The name says it all. Gin. Gin. Just a word that screams miserable and wasted. The last time I got gin hammered I came to in a parking lot holding a lighter to a stack of flyers I’d ripped off a campus message board of a college I wasn’t even attending.
I try not to touch the stuff anymore.
Which means I won’t be applying for the Gintern. But you should. Because it’s a job where all you do is drink gin. (And then I assume die after three months of way above average gin consumption. Seriously, that shit will kill you.)
British club ILoveGin — which, presumably, is dedicated to the loving of gin — wants a person to drink gin.
We are ILoveGin, a monthly Gin & Tonic club helping people discover their new favourite craft gins as well as the perfect tonic/mixers. We’re looking for an enthusiastic gin-loving intern (‘Gintern’ as we like it call it) who will be happy to spend their days trying new gins, new mixers, finding new brands to work with, visiting distilleries, pairing gins and “ginspiring” us with their new-found knowledge.
The gintern will get to travel around the UK and parts of Europe discovering new gins to work with and of course sampling them! The role is flexible so you can work from home but you will need to travel, one day you might be up in Edinburgh tasting a new craft gin, the next going to a launch event in London for a new tonic water.
Dear god. I’m being completely honest when I say that sounds like the most miserable job ever. The Ginternship. Fuck that.
But you want to apply to that? You go right ahead.
Even writing this post made me physically ill.