Not a day after I get all misty-eyed at not being able to liberate some poor robots from the uber-expensive toy store - I get a robot in the mail [or the robot 'underground railroad', if you will]. Today I got the long awaited purple robot - you might remember my series of brutal eBay battles for the very same model.

While thinking of some sort of photo I could take with my new bot, I glanced up and saw some of the interns in the news room - doing whatever interns do when they aren't following us around in the field. And, I decided to make a photo essay about tv interns, with my new robot in the starring role. [I was also instructed this would be less likely to get me in trouble than making fun of specific interns.]

Keep in mind: I am not mocking one specific intern, but rather an amalgimous intern-person. So, here goes...

Photo essay: Interns.

It all starts at the afternoon editorial meeting.



Eventually the interns, especially the ones who want to be "lens meat" will ride along with us for the day. Sometimes they ask too many questions. Oh..and they all want to be on TV.



They usually "watch and learn" as we conduct our work, but occasionally they like to get more involved - maybe too involved.





I didn't take any more photos past that one. Mainly because at that point in the evening I'm too busy to pay attention to the interns anymore - let alone take fake robot-pictures about them.

[I like interns and I think that it's a smart way to get experience while still in college. Usually we get a bunch of interns throughout the year, but only one (or maybe two) are ever really 'good interns'. Right now we have a good one. Melinda and I defined a good intern as one who: 1) works hard, 2) asks questions. We have a bunch of interns who do neither. Last year we had a guy who wore Hawaiian shirts all the time and watched TV all night with his feet propped up on the table. He's gonna go far, I think.]

Okay, I've lost focus. End of topic.


Special thanks to:
Orange. You know why. You rule. Thanks.