I recently went back and read over an old hub of mine. It mentioned my lack of love for interning and how I would later write a hub about it. Fast forward a few months, and here I am, finally writing that hub. It is interesting that I am writing this now, because only yesterday, I came across something on-line, or in newsprint that mentioned how great interning was, how so many companies were hiring their interns. Let me speak from experience, they were either lying, or I interned for the wrong companies. You see, I interned three times, with three different companies, and three times I left without a job. Now, let's look into why this might be.

The summer after my Junior year in college I interned at a local radio station. I was one of about ten other interns there; we'd been "hired" as the street team. Our "job" as it were, was to get out and promote the station. I, however, went above and beyond. They had also suggested we work in the office a bit, and so, I dutifully went to the office a few times a week. I spent this time doing whatever odd jobs needed doing, filing, filling in for the receptionist on her lunch break, you get the idea. Some of the other interns helped out during the morning show, though I opted not to, as I had a job that required my presence during part of the show. This internship was in Worcester, and there was no free parking. So, everyday I went into the office I filled the meter with my hard earned quarters and went to work where I wasn't paid. The guy that hired me seemed to like me enough and even suggested I come back when I graduated and he'd find me a job. Well, by the time I graduated, he had already moved in the company and though he passed my name onto the people that were doing his job, I was not hired. Perhaps this should have soured me from the get-go.

After graduating college I did what all college grads do, I moved back home, and desperatly searched for a job, any job. During this time, I came to realize that sometimes networking is more helpful than anything else. You see, my mother ran into an old friend in the supermarket. As women do, they began chatting about their respective families. My mother mentioned my dilema and the friend mentioned a gentleman she knew who announced Holy Cross football games. As a side note, this was during my time when I still wanted to be a sports announcer. She offered to pass my information along and see what he came up with. Well, the Holy Cross games also happened to be filmed for the local television station and he had gotten to know the people that ran it rather well. He gave them my name and they offered to let me intern. Again, I would go into the office a few days a week and offer them my time. In the beginning I was sent to help set up and break down for the taping of Tornadoes games. This was quite fun though during the games I wasn't learning much, rather just sitting there looking pretty. Though soon, I was allowed to take over as stats girl at the end of games. I would also

 When I finally ventured out on my own I was no longer close enough to Worcester to intern there anymore. So, I did what any smart gal would, I found the local television station in the town I was living and went and interned for them. It was a tiny cable access station and they didn't have much for me to do. I would go in once a week and help set up for the nightly show. I'd help tape, then go home, not much chance to prove my ability. I always meant to do more, but never quite got around to it. I think this was really where I began realizing that I did not want to have to climb the television ladder. I thrive in a fast paced work environment. Turtles moved faster. I really enjoyed the people that I worked with and enjoyed my time there but it didn't last long. I did actually interview with them however, they needed someone with much more experience than I myself had. Eventually I just stopped going.

 You know perhaps the real reason for my interning failing me was the fact that I didn't spend much time there. Sure, it felt like once a week for a summer was enough, but perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps if I had spent more than one summer interning at the same place I would have had better luck than I did. Though, I must say I am glad for the experience, after all, it helped me realize that it's not what I want to do.