Okay, fine, this is part of an Onion article about unpaid internships, but it could also be a real piece.
And Sarah Kendzior, anthropologist and columnist for Al Jazeera, is into it. Just beyond. Over the moon.
My duties as an apprentice were exactly the same as regular staff, only I didn’t count as coverage. Coverage is the ratio of staff to campers needed at all times, and it is a Big Deal. Not counting as coverage essentially meant I could never be left alone with campers, which was frustrating. But I learned a lot about working through frustration, working with children, working with my fellow staff, and especially how it feels to work for free.
I decided to intern at an organic goat farm in the Middle of Nowhere during the summer before I started college. I had met a friend of a man who owned a goat farm, chatted with him, and he asked me if I would be interested in interning for his friend.
My internship was with a literacy nonprofit in Central London. I worked four and a half days a week, which was a real adjustment for my undergrad self, especially since before I left I was working in a supermarket deli. It was my first time working in an office for more than a summer break.
My high school's motto was, "I set before thee an open door." So, in the spirit of seizing opportunities, students were required to complete an internship project during our junior year.
Two days ago, I removed my pastrami sandwich from the office fridge, found two pieces of gum stashed underneath my computer monitor, and walked out of my poorly-paid internship in the middle of the work day without telling my editors. I quietly quit.