Part II: Local Intern Ode Goes Back to the Future

After my recent post about my intern days at KCTS Television back in the early 90’s, details came flooding back to me. Not necessarily about the internship itself, but the socioeconomic climate of living in Seattle at that time. I couldn’t find work after college. I worked diligently on finding work like it was job itself; a perfect resume, job seeking guidance counseling, job guidebooks, and career interest questionnaires. I applied for jobs in industries that interested me: newspapers, television stations, advertising and marketing firms, and other writer/editor style jobs. Nothing. It got so bad that whenever I received a “thin” envelope in the mail from a place where I applied, I didn’t even bother to open it.

So, as my internship at KCTS was nearly at a close, I really got into the groove of the job and liked it. But I liked money. I liked sleep. I liked to eat. I had no insurance coverage—I wanted medical and dental. I was tired of working my crud job AND doing this internship. I needed the station to give me a paying job. And with the economy then, the depletion of public television funding, it was looking grim.

Then, the beautiful day came right before spring where I was offered a jr. production job with one of the producers. I was thrilled! I felt like Mary Tyler Moore, making it the world! I could turn on the world with my smile I was so happy.

Ah, but like all young ones, especially those who were extra eager and thirsting to grow like me, fall and tend to fall hard. Grant money fell through. No project. No job. No hope. Internship up. Game over.

Back to the crud job, making photocopies and fixing copier jams. I spent a good deal of my spare time sending resumes and figuring out how to pay bills.

I applied at King 5 Television for an associate producer slot at the local show. I applied for it, fully prepared to recycle my thin letter. I actually got an interview. I thought it was a courtesy one, so I didn’t feel nervous. After standard interview stuff, I left and figured I wouldn’t be back.

I did.

The next interview was grueling and I quickly realized that I didn’t have the skills for this and that I didn’t want to learn the skills for this kind of production. So, again, I relaxed, was honest when I didn’t know something, and counted down the time when I would be done. Then I was told I was in the top three. Huh? They asked me to come up with 25 ideas/pitches for the show and come back tomorrow.

I was young and dumb. I wanted insurance. So, I did the assignment. It was very hard. But I worked hard because I felt like I had too. My boyfriend at the time mentioned that they are probably NOT going to hire me and that they’ll just rip off my ideas. I didn’t believe that at first, but when you are tired, worn thin, and it’s 1:00 AM and you need five more ideas, you believe anything. So, I made a note to self: need different boyfriend, need different plan, need to be honest, need sleep.

I went to the third interview, exhausted, lackluster, and got hammered. In the end I got rejected for the job. I suspect young job seekers these days, in this economy, have the same battle. I would hope they wouldn’t beat themselves up, but I know they do.

Readers/Bloggers: Job tales you want to share? Lessons learned?

Ode to Interns: Young, Dumb, New, and Shiny

As our local high school and college students kick off the new year with academic realities and job dreams, I find myself waxing nostalgic for my old days as a young intern at KCTS, Public Television in Seattle . Fresh out of college, quite poor, with a dead end copy center job, no employment hopes on the horizon (it was ’91 and the economy stunk), I felt I needed more work and life experience. I desperately wanted to work at KCTS because I loved public television. So when an unpaid, part-time internship came up for grabs, I jumped on it.

I was the oldest intern applicant, mostly computer illiterate, and vastly uneducated in television (I was an English major). But after FIVE long interviews (grueling for a job that doesn’t pay you a dime), I got hired to work on two locally produced shows: “Seattle Week In Review” (a political show) and “Serious Money”(a financial show). I knew little about either show or their topics, but KCTS and I took our chances on each other.

So, I went to work at my stupid day job and did afternoons and all day on Friday for my intern gig. The fun parts: learning new things, researching stories, coordinating guests, taking care of the guests in the green room on tape day, pitching the show, talking to viewers, and going on a couple of shoots. The lame parts: fetching, fetching, fetching, MANUALLY rewinding beta tapes, logging shoots, and typing.

Friday was the best day though. I got to dress up (in my limited and worn clothing repertoire). I treated myself to taking two buses to work instead of sloshing through the rain on my mountain bike to and from the U district, since I needed to look nice and pick up pastries for the show’s guests. First up was Week in Review. My producer told me that it was my job to make sure the guests didn’t argue before the cameras rolled, so I’d say inane things if that happened (“Another donut hole?”). I got to work with former local boy turned author and NY Times writer Tim Egan and his wife, Joel Connelly of The Seattle P-I, and local conservative pundit and personality John Carlson (who rode to the taping on his motorcycle), among others. The volunteer make-up artist was Bob Newman who played Gertrude on JP Patches. For Serious Money, most of the guests were corporate types in suits and were mostly the same. There was also a commentator (like a local financial Andy Rooney type—can’t remember his name) who taped on Fridays before Serious Money. My job was to type his script onto a diskette to feed into the prompter. One morning I couldn’t get the damn computer to work and screwed it all up and butchered it. He did not like lateness or less than perfect typing. Oh, I can still hear that man screaming today (I hid in the bathroom).

Despite it all, I walked away with a couple of pieces of advice that I remember (and practice to this day). Here you go you fresh interns from one who has been there:

1.The show’s host, Barry Mitzman, told me: “If you learned one thing from working on my shows, it’s this: start a 401K ASAP and save!”

2.Bob Newman (a.k.a. Gertrude): “Life is short—wear more red lipstick.”

3.If you want something bad enough, do it (even it means you look stupid). Stupid will pass. A dream won’t.