Today I went to the Superintendency...

And I discovered something.
But first we need the antecedent, namely: a few months ago I went to the website of the Superintendency (of XXX.... we will not say the name of the place, although it takes little imagination) and found the internships link that caught my attention like the proverbial honey for bees. What’s more, the corresponding page was well done. It described in full detail what to do to inquire, who was eligible, the duration of three months (extendable), the fact that it was unpaid, but still flexible due to the person’s availability (would-the-gods-wanted-it to work or what) etc. etc.

So much so that I said to myself, Well, since my art history degree program lives in the platonic World of Ideas and doesn’t provide for a shred of internship anywhere, I’m going to go get it post-graduation or when I’m close to it-at least I’m going to go and inquire and see what happens.

And so, since I’m now in the green mile of the chapter of conclusions, arranging images and hoping I don’t get my thesis unwrapped the last month today I went to the Superintendency.

It was a green carpet situation, for three reasons. One, because the velvet carpet that covered the staircase to access the art historians’ offices was green. Two, because let us remember the green hope. Three, because red carpet situations notoriously take money, and there seems to be none here.

This last assertion was the gist of the answer to my greening questions about the internship. Since the decree obligating internships to be paid has passed, although this pay is, and I quote, a pittance, the Superintendency has no money to pay interns. Both because it does not have this item in the budget and cannot create it overnight, and because it has almost no money for those who are already there. And so stop the interns.

And to think in addition to the fact that I have really troubling timing that I even agreed with the proposal to reimburse interns! Because I think it’s fair and it’s also a way to regulate them a little bit more.... I hadn’t considered the worst case scenario at all, darn it, yet I’m usually a mistrustful....

But even so, I don’t resent the new decree--that would be a selfish and obtuse view of it. I do think, however, that one should actually see where the right things are being sown, whether on good soil or on contaminated soil. It goes without saying that one is sowing on the latter, and therefore one would have to take a moment to assess the situations, look for the right medium, go step by step... if not you create the borderline situations. No because it is absurd, almost Groucho Marx-like humor.... I would have asked for salaried work, but oh, I went and asked for free labor and the answer is NO. Not even that. Because ouch us they should pay me, and so no.

It’s a freaking dog biting its own tail, but one of those with a pretty big bitch. On the other hand, I don’t hold it against the Superintendency either. For goodness sake. The doctor I spoke to was also kind. After assuring me that this dog with mange pervades all public agencies extensively, she even apologized by saying Now in fact I’m going to take the page off the Internet...I’m sorry to give you what will surely be yet another disappointment.
To which I replied, You’re welcome, I’m just getting started!

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