I’m disappointed with things in my life. Not in like a 45-year-old kind of way, but there’s some things that just didn’t go as planned: I’m not a knowledgeable car guy, I never won a spelling bee, I still don’t know what to do with broken glass. These shortcomings sting (or bleed when mishandled), but the biggest disappointment I’ve suffered in my time on Earth has been my experience as an intern. I’ve done it twice prior to this, and it’s been disgustingly pleasant.
Growing up, every reference to being an “intern” I ever encountered suggested that the arrangement was similar to that of indentured servitude. You were supposed to work tirelessly, scrounging for mere minutes of sleep every night...Read More