Welcome to Week 210!
Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
*Post it.
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url.
*It's that simple.
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My name is John Lago, and I am an intern. I know what you're thinking.
Loser. Right? I don't blame you. The word intern triggers many emotional and intellectual responses, most of them negative. But the response I'm most interested in is indifference, which is probably the most common.
Intern is spiritually synonymous with
inconsequential. After all, and American willing to work like a dog for free is either desperate to make a career change or, more commonly, too green to warrant financial consideration in exchange for labor. Back when we actually made things in this country, it used to be called
apprentice. Let's say you wanted an exciting career in the
animal husbandry or confectioner trades. You would simply apprentice with a journeyman in one of those fields and learn from experience. Not a bad system. In contemporary society, as we sell our national soul to outsourcing, work has become a compartmentalized system of nonsensical tasks connected by a robot oligarchy posing as progress.
(Yes that is 1 paragraph.)