Last year, I wrote a post ranting about finding an internship and the absolute hell that process was. I decided to finally share that post so I wanted to give an update and a update about that whole situation.
I want to preface this by saying I am grateful I even found an internship and grateful for the opportunity I was given but from the first day of my internship I knew it was going to be terrible.
I won’t be saying names simply because I don’t want to get into trouble but I worked at a showroom two days a week from 10-6 unpaid in NY. Two days a week I would get up commute into the city and then spend my entire day being belittled and put down.
I and three other interns that work different days would spend our days trying to please someone who I don’t even think knew what the word thank you even meant. She made Miranda Presley look like a saint. There would be days when I left feeling physically drained from climbing 5 flights of stairs multiple times a day, and mentally drained from doing the work of two assistants. This woman was never satisfied and made it known she was over you if you didn’t read her mind and complete a task she sent telepathically. there were days I had to go cry because I felt so stupid and small, and didn’t know what else to do but cry. A simple task like getting her coffee was made difficult because she would get mad when I asked her where she wanted me to get her coffee as if there weren’t literally 10 different places around and god forbid I went to the wrong coffee shop.
The amount of work we (the interns) had to do was outrageous, we would spend hours doing the work of two assistants and even when she finally hired an assistant we would do her work also. She only hired interns because she was too cheap to pay people which were sick. There is so much more I could get into about this shitty internship but then this would be a book instead of a short post.
By the end of the internship, I was over her, and that place. The entire time I was there I held my tongue because I needed the credits but what threw me over the end was when she felt the need to send me a “gift” which was a book called The Seven Habits of Highly Efficient People. I immediately knew it was meant to be a dig so I simply sent her “gift” back to her with a respectable letter letting her know how I felt about her and her stupid “gift”. Trust me I wish I could out this showroom agency because if people really knew how the “god-fearing, sweet, kind” owner really was they would think twice about bringing their business there.
SeTyra 
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