Remember those seemingly deep dreams where you show up somewhere without your clothes on? That's how my internship at the newspaper began. It was my first day, I was headed to a staff meeting, and I forgot my pants. (How this happened shall be revealed at a later date.)
The situation did not improve when I went out on my first assignment. All I needed to do was take some photos, listen to the mayor's presentation (the mayor who fondled his 18-year-old male intern), and interview some folks. I forgot to bring my camera. Then I used my cell phone camera to take a photo of the mayor -envision the aggressive waving of my Verizon LG in his face - but it turned out to be the president of a local university.
My great grandfather once got kicked out of an all-you-can-eat buffet for overeating. It's just as plausible that I will be fired from my unpaid internship.
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