So, I mugged up the entire theory paper of Journalism and also managed to pass out with flying colours, until i realised i had to do something practical. I had to taste the mud to know the specie of the mud. Thus, after wandering for about two months, I ended up squeezing into this press house only to realise , mud exactly wasn't mud - IT WAS SHIT.
I am at my work place, frustrated and furiously staring at my Personal Computer(PC) as I was assigned to swat flies in here and those blood sucking flees are nowhere to be seen. Working as an intern at this press house isn't as exciting as it is supposedly said to be, considering that I have to work even on Sundays and prepare reports on the shittiest stories possible. The irony is, in the wake of reporting news, I am now slightly averted to news.
I am at my work place, frustrated and furiously staring at my Personal Computer(PC) as I was assigned to swat flies in here and those blood sucking flees are nowhere to be seen. Working as an intern at this press house isn't as exciting as it is supposedly said to be, considering that I have to work even on Sundays and prepare reports on the shittiest stories possible. The irony is, in the wake of reporting news, I am now slightly averted to news.
It has been fifteen days since I started interning with this paper, and I've already learnt to earn my bread butter and coffee, literally, as a reporter. I am surviving here all thanks to my humble and helpful colleagues. May be they themselves weren't spoon fed, that they were all charged up to lend me an helping hand and guide me in some way. I shall always be thankful to them for the deed of theirs.
Working with this young unit feels blissful. The atmosphere is quite friendly and light until Mr. baldy enters the picture. He is the boss, claims HE. However, If 'pricey' and 'jughead' qualify as the qualities of being a boss, then I certainly agree that he is THE BOSS.
Working with this young unit feels blissful. The atmosphere is quite friendly and light until Mr. baldy enters the picture. He is the boss, claims HE. However, If 'pricey' and 'jughead' qualify as the qualities of being a boss, then I certainly agree that he is THE BOSS.
Like all fables have to have an ugly, gruesome looking villain in it, my internship fable too has a character with shades of grey.
In his early thirties, Mr.baldy is a thorough professional blabber-pig, with frustration gushing from head to toe, and also bully- like, desperately trying to be the saviour of the newspaper. "Nobody decides their beat, it is my decision to ASSing you'll the beats." says Mr.baldy whenever he wishes to build up some 'confidence' and 'team spirit'. According to chute-man HE KNOWS THE BEST OF HIS TEAM AND FOR HIS TEAM.
The very first day baldy entered the office he knew that he shall finally manage to flaunt his intelligence and show that HE HAD BALLS! Boy! no kidding.
The very first day baldy entered the office he knew that he shall finally manage to flaunt his intelligence and show that HE HAD BALLS! Boy! no kidding.
When I joined the office, he certainly seemed intimidating, till he opened his big foul mouth.
" I want you to do light, fluffy stories, you know! features."were his inspiring words.
Being an editor, baldy should be editing & rectifying the grammar and news sense of the stories. However, when my article in the newspaper looked shabby with the grammatical errors smiling at me, "It's OK, relax, nobody reads it anyway," was all baldy spake. Thus helping my hopes to learn something from the internship meet with its first ROYAL blow.
" I want you to do light, fluffy stories, you know! features."were his inspiring words.
Being an editor, baldy should be editing & rectifying the grammar and news sense of the stories. However, when my article in the newspaper looked shabby with the grammatical errors smiling at me, "It's OK, relax, nobody reads it anyway," was all baldy spake. Thus helping my hopes to learn something from the internship meet with its first ROYAL blow.
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