we've got interns. mostly, they come in and surf the internet; we'll hear them giggling in the corner over what's surely materiable of a questionable moral nature. sometimes, we'll have them do some light cleaning; i walked in once to find one of the boys wiping down the breakroom counter. another time, they were collecting scraps of paper off the storeroom floor for the garbage bin. witnessing all this makes me wish i had been an intern during college. what an easy way to earn a few credit hours; i could have handled checking out a few poker sites in between dusting or moistening a sponge. i'd have even been okay with making a few copies. even collating.

i didn't do any interns though during school. this is because i am short-sighted and have messed up priorities. instead of interning for free, i decided to make eight dollars an hour somewhere. or was it nine... or seven? also, becoming an intern might have necessitated a new wardrobe or learning another train/el route. if i'm interning, maybe that might cut into my otherwise rigid schedule of .... hmm, i guess i really didn't have that much else going on.

hindsight is 20/20, as opposed to my regular sight, which is something like 20/3,000. maybe that's another thing that prevented me from getting an internship- low vision. although, with my contacts in, my vision is actually so accurate that i can see not only 20/20 but also through time and walls.

you know what would have been fun? being a radio intern. i could have had my own show- jackie's power hour- where i give advice to lonelyhearts. also alcoholics.