Back when I was in film school, I did a couple of internships in local news in San Diego. Funny for a film major, I know, but San Diego isn't LA and those were my options if I wanted to be home for the summer.
I learned a lot those two summers. I learned that production and and news crews are pretty fun, the news floor is simultaneously exhilarating and exhausting, and that I never wanted to work in news. Ever. To this day, I can't watch a reporter or news anchor without feeling a slight queasiness. That weird, unnatural way of talking. Those strange hand gestures. The awful, shellacked hair... for both men and women. And, above all, their ability to appear sad or serious while reporting something heartbreaking or devastating and then turn around once the clip starts rolling and joke with the crew or other news casters.
In other words: