It is now the end of day two of the Democratic National Convention and I've done nothing.
I think I've finally come to terms with what "editorial assistant" means; nothing. The most my fellow interns and I have done for the Associated Press is answer a couple phone calls.
My friend Laura is working the convention as well and yesterday she called me and told me all about how exciting it is to work on the floor of the Pepsi Center.
I haven't even made it inside the building yet.
I don't want all of you to get the wrong idea about me, as much as I wish I was doing something worth while, the truth is I am not.
At the end of the day I get to put this experience on my resume, and as long as no one asks, it was the greatest journalistic experience of my life.
What a bummer.
6 comments:
Don't be disillusioned Dominic. Everyone has jobs like this. Just remember "Vance". You will be him or manage him someday.....
Write your views on what you have seen so far. You propective is VERY important!
Often times what is "important" is just being there. Continue to be open to what the moment brings you. And, keep writing!!!
The Democrats know that you are realated a right wing zealot in Cali, and you are being purposely sidelined. Head over to the Twin Cities my man. They will put you to work. Come home to the REAL convention....
Well no one can say you didn't try. They also can't say you haven't proved yourself or put forth a good effort.
Dude, you should have come to the Big Tent, it was amazing.
Google massages and smoothies!
-elliot
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