I’ve loved Mercer since 2004 and now the world can see why.
You got through the mounds of resumes and somehow your interview polished it off. So now what? Here are a few mental notes that will make you a stellar intern.
In dedication of the upcoming VMA reunion and overall teenybopperdom, I decided to break down a few songs by the band to look at what they were really telling us.
In “You Don’t Know My Name”, what AK intended to be a lyrical ditty about an innocent work crush turned into a blatant violation of Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.