Harvey:
Life was pretty fucking amazing. The sky was blue, the sun was out, and Harvey had just signed a hundred thousand dollar bonus for closing a fifty million dollar deal. Well, actually it had been pretty amazing, until, that is, Jessica called him to her office and told him that she expected him to pick either an associate or an intern by the end of the month. The end of the month was two days away. Now, don't misunderstand. He's not one of those elitist pricks(okay, maybe he is) that thinks that everyone who didn't go to Columbia College then Harvard Law is beneath him. No. Of course not. It's just that because Pearson Hardman only took from the "best" the "elite" the Harvard Law Students, most of the associates had sticks up their asses farther than the moon, and thought that they should and could get everything, on a silver platter. And Harvey didn't want that. He had to deal with so many pretentious people already(his clients) and he'd prefer NOT to have to spend his "free" time(well it's actually company time, but it's free for him, and work for whoever his protogee will be) more stressed out than he was with his clients.
That left only the interns and they were also often times, something to be desired. Sure you had the Upper East Side trust fund babies who were attending cushy New England boarding schools that had gotten the internship thanks to nepotism, but once in a blue moon you saw someone there that actually deserved it. Someone that knew that the sun and moon didn't rise on their ass- but was willing to try as hard as they could to make it, if only through actually becoming the best of the best. They could only do this not by attempting to kiss ass, but by actually kicking ass. By actually working hard, and by making a name for themselves.
Well, Harvey had never actually met any of these mythical "kick-ass" interns, in fact all the interns that he had met were actually more delusional and arrogant-if that were possible, than the associates. So, in a nutshell, he was screwed.
Mike:
Mike Ross was having a shitty day. Actually shitty week would be a better way to describe it. Monday: his grandmother and him were given an eviction notice. Tuesday: He got fired from his job as a tutor for the uber-wealthy beacause the brat he taught didn't understand shit, and that obviously meant, at least to the imbecilic parents who could see no wrong in their child, that he was a terrible tutor. He wasn't. He was pretty awesome- he was sixteen and he'd already finished college.(He'd had a full scholarship to Columbia, and was basically a confirmed genius.)But it was really hard getting a job in the city as a sixteen- year-old even with a college degree. Pre-law, especially a double major in Philosophy and Economics, was useless like that. No one was willing to hire anyone that didn't go to graduate school for either.
Then Wednesday came and his best friend Trevor got busted trying to sell a briefcase of weed. Trevor had called Mike hoping that he'd come bail him out, but Mike couldn't- he'd just gotten the eviction notice and had only around thirty-five dollars in his bank account. So then Trevor, being the inconsiderate bastard that he was, told Mike that he was a shitty friend, and that their friendship was over. Whatever. No skin off Mike's back. At least now there was no need for the awkward conversation about how Mike was gay. Trevor was more than a tad homophobic.
However, the single worst day of the week was Thursday. Grammy had had a heart attack early in the morning, and Mike had caught it too late. Just thirty-minutes after it occurred was when he went to her room to wake her up, the ambulance got there just a few minutes later, and declared her dead. Now today was Friday, and he was about be homeless, had no job, and some douche in a three piece suit had just dumped his coffee all over his only clean clothes.