Not What I Was Hoping For

by Layla

I love TV. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be such a rabid fan of Jerry Springer. When the program is on, I am glued to the big screen. It used to be called the small screen, but alas, we now have super-sized plasma TVs at home. If you have something under 40 inches, you are out of it. The bigger the better, and you need one in every room. I like the way it makes Jerry bigger than life. After all, he has had a huge impact on the industry. He is going to outlive all other big-name hosts. This said, I must tell you about a weird experience in a television station in this blog. I will refrain from recounting the people I have seen on Jerry’s recent shows. If you are a fan, you know the types: obese moms and recalcitrant children who refuse to cooperate. Husbands have their own minds and cheat at will. No one is happy and everyone is depraved in his or her own way. Men and women are all alike in this state of disgrace. I love it. It is the worst of humanity and I can sit and feel superior. Ha!

Back to the TV station. I had been looking for a good internship in my area that wouldn’t be a long commute. I wanted it to be productive so that I would leave saying that I had learned something of value. It would have to parlay into another job, part time or permanent. I didn’t want to waste my time. Thus, I was thrilled to read about an internship online at this afore-mentioned TV station. It was right up my alley as they say. When I got there, I thought I fit right in. It was more than I expected. Unfortunately, it was not what I hoped for. Let me tell you why.

It was a one-month internship that would place me working for one of the producers. I would be right there in the middle of the action. I jumped at it and went to work the first day with a great attitude. I was given menial jobs and errands and over time, it didn’t get much better. I really balked the day I was asked to vacuum the stairs. A quick look online and I’d discovered The Clean Home, but then even after their advice, I still had to find the right attachments and carry the darn thing a very long distance. It took forever to find a place to plug it in. I did the job reluctantly for some odd reason. But my thoughts got the better of me. I was demeaned by this work and it had no bearing on my life as a student or my future as any kind of professional. I stopped midway through the stairs and just left the stupid machine right there for someone to trip over. I wasn’t being trained to be a producer; I was training to be a maid!