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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Notes from the intern desk

This week was a tough week at the old internship. Mostly I was put into a sour mood by a fashion piece that took me three days to fact check, when it should have taken three hours. An utter lack of cooperation and coordination by staff members and stylists left me to pick up the pieces. It was a frustrating and time consuming endeavor to say the least. And as you can imagine, a girl begins to question her reason for living after making call after call to inquire about prices, fabrics and styles of designer duds. President-elect Obama would not be happy with me pursuing this materialistic effort instead of offering a service to my country. 

However, this week did have a couple of highlights. First, after four months of unpaid, noneducational drudgery at my summer internship, they finally published one of the articles I wrote. Of course they didn't tell me. Good thing I was about to send a hateful e-mail or else I never would have logged onto the site. 

The other highlight came when I was fact-checking oodles of contact information for physicians featured in an upcoming issue. Among other things, we asked them to provide a quote pertaining to another article, and as I sifted through some of their e-mails, I was rather surprised by some of what I found. First, while many did not respond to a request for a quote at all, some went so far as to exercise their literary muscles and write up a whole little paragraph, complete with accurate attribution. Such as: 

Dr. Freezie McSpeculum of Boston Hospital for the Infertile says nothing is more important than a patient's sense of humor. "I tell every patient I see that they have to sit through at least five minutes of my knock knock jokes before we even start medical histories," says the doctor, who's recent book "Blonde Jokes and Emergency Medicine: An Unlikely Pairing" recently made several national best seller lists. 

Granted, only a couple of docs did this, but don't they have more important things to do than to try and do a journalists's work for them? 

Also, in hearing he'd be featured in our magazine, one doctor enthused that his mother would be so delighted,but his wife is harder to please (?). a) That is what we call an overshare. b) How is being published in a city magazine the pinnacle of your career? You are a renowned doctor in your field, in one of the medical Meccas of the world. 

Finally, the number of doctors who answered "yes" to a multiple choice question was truly astounding. You folks made it through medical school. You can do better than that.