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What’s Up with the Pickles?

“We’re going to be late. We’re going to be late,” I panic. I’m supposed to be at my boss’ house early Friday morning.

“We’ll be fine,” he assures me and sure enough, we make it on time.  When I get there, my boss sticks her head out the window to say “good morning” to him with a smile on her face and tells me to come on in.

This is the first time we meet face-to-face.

“I have to get dressed,” she tells me and asks me to wait in the living room. As she’s running back and forth getting ready, she’s talking to me. It’s not even 9 a.m. and we’ve bonded. In the meantime, her son wakes up and she brings him downstairs. He’s shy at first and she’s engaging with him while checking her emails and getting ready.

We finally leave, right after her son gives me a running hug/tackle. In the car, we’re talking and reading the case file that she’s supposed to be talking about. It’s about a 16 year-old-kid who killed the 55-year-old man who was sexually abusing him.

“What is up with the pickle jar?”

No matter how far we get in the day, we always come back to the pickle jar. Why did he use that to hit him over the head? Why was there a pickle jar in the bedroom?

We both get carsick from reading in the backseat.

“I don’t know how you managed to read as much as you did,” she tells me.

By the time we make it to the CNN building, my stomach is doing flips but I suck it up. (Or down.)

The security guard buzzes us in. As we check in at the front desk, I’m overwhelmed and trying to take everything in while keeping up with her.

While she’s getting her makeup/hair done, we watch the case on TV. She’s supposed to be analyzing the defendant’s body language.

We spend all day in that room, watching the case and going into the green room whenever she’s supposed to be on live. The first time around, there are technical difficulties. I run out to make sure I let them know so they can fix it.

In between the sessions, we meet people who are going into the other green room for different reasons. I end up meeting a former mayor of a city I haven’t even visited yet and I run into a friend from high school, all within a couple of hours in the same room.

I make notes to make sure we bring snacks and our phone chargers for next time.

Once the day is over, the car is waiting to take her back home. I get ready to walk home. She asks me if I need a ride and I decline.

“It’s just a ten minute walk and I’ve been sitting all day.”

Besides, I need the walk to clear my head and process the day.

“I’ll see you Monday,” she says. “We’ll go over our plan for the next month since I’ll be traveling. We’re going to be hiring another intern so there’ll be two besides you. You’ll be there everyday. I won’t have time to talk to the others so you’ll be in charge of figuring out who will do what. Is that OK?”

I grin without realizing. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

We hug and go our separate ways.

That’s just day 1.

We still don’t know what was up with the pickles.

I, however, know that working with her will be the best opportunity I could ever ask for.

Bring on Day 2…

*No, I am not working at CNN. One of the programs she’s regularly called to is on a sister network of CNN

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  • SillyJaime August 2, 2010, 10:24 am

    I’m glad you like it so far! It sounds like your first day was a huge success. *claps*

    • PrincessQ August 2, 2010, 10:28 pm

      Thank you!

  • Liebchen August 2, 2010, 11:48 am

    This sounds like such a great first day and I’m so happy for you! Sounds like it’ll be really interesting work…plus you get to boss the other interns around. 🙂

    • PrincessQ August 2, 2010, 10:28 pm

      It’ll certainly be a challenge…and YES. But that also means I have to delegate which we know I suck at…haha.

      Thank you!

  • KT August 2, 2010, 8:30 pm

    Yay! Congrats on what sounds like a great first day!

    • PrincessQ August 2, 2010, 10:31 pm

      Thanks!!

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