It was becoming very clear that I was way out of my depth. The other interns were all so much more experienced and confident. They talked fast, loudly and over each other, clamouring to be heard. Acronyms and terms I'd never heard of were bandied about. I looked desperately to see if anyone else seemed as lost as I was, but none of them looked nervous or unsure. Intimidated, I became quieter and quieter in the group sessions, hoping to fade into the background and go unnoticed. But, after a solitary lunch in the break room, the session leader pulled me aside and asked me to report to the top floor. Nobody else was spoken to, so it could only mean one thing. I was going to be canned half way through my first day. I blinked back tears as the elevator glided smoothly up, imagining the look of weary disappointment on my parent's faces when I told them. The tears nearly turned to sobs when I remembered the theatre job that I'd turned down in order to take this internship.
