Where’s My Coin?

Christ, I hate internships.

Well, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic. I hate UNPAID, POST-GRADUATE internships. The very idea of them reeks of exploitation: companies feed off this reliable workforce because it’s full of desperate, eager, smart, hard-working people who’s only incentive is to move on to bigger and better things.

But before they can move on to the next life, these poor souls must deal with the purgatory that is the internship, the ever present go-between created for people who don’t have nepotism as an option to go up the ladder.

It’s not that I believe internships aren’t essential. For someone who needs to become familiar with the working world, internships allow young upstarts the opportunity to prove their worth to the powers-that-be, the gatekeepers, the bastards who can hire and fire your ass by whim. This holds doubly true for the film industry, a universe which thrives on time and money like no other; commodities which, of course, are always in very short supply. Assuming you were a businessman/manager who (presumably) worked hard to achieve their current level of status, would you want to bestow responsibility to some naïve, wet-behind-the-ears schmuck coming in from the street with little to no experience? Hell, no. [Read more]