High school graduation, I lost my university scholarship and I needed to figure out what to do with my wide-open future. Thus, I applied for an internship in Chicago to work with a nationally-known broadcaster.
I did well in the first two interviews.
The final interview was in San Francisco. It was more of a ‘getting to know each other’ chat, making it clear I had the position.
Suddenly, I felt panicked. Then I heard myself saying, “I don’t want to work for free.”
There was a strangely long silence before I got up and walked out. Not very noble.
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