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I can only apologise for my mysterious dissapearance, a lame excuse but I have simply been busy. Busy travelling the length of the country on a weekly basis since the end of October, working my part-time job at Sparkies and gaining valuable career experience in the week. Now that I no longer work at Sparkies and therefore do not need to travel back home to Derby from London every Friday evening, I have regained somewhat of a life. I have missed offloading in written prose so here we go...
Internships is something that I knew very little of, I associated the behaviour with our American friends. Something that Lauren Conrad from The Hills did whilst she juggled her priviledged lifestyle with her quest for true love. Something that Annie did on 90210 which led her to a bottomless inheritence left to her from her belated boss who happened to be a famous, billionaire actress. Basically, interning was something that I thought rich people did for fun that allowed them to fill their time and keep Mummy and Daddy happy as they felt their child was making something of their lives. How wrong I was.
The British budding graduate interns, and I have now become a serial intern. I live a nomad lifestyle living out of my suitcase which I drag with me from one family member to another in efforts to gain valuable industry experience. They say a dog is man's best friend, mine is my suitcase. When I am without it I have random spasms where I feel I have forgotten something valuable, my handbag alone is not enough!
Anyway, interning is what you make it. My internships were fantastic!! I enjoyed reading different newspapers and magazines in the morning on the quest for client coverage, I liked having to step out after lunch to buy the new copy of Vogue and habitually holding onto my receipts. I loved the thrill of deadlines and office pressure where at one point I was shoved into the back of a black cab with a HUMONGOUS brown box and told to travel to the other side of London in half an hour, otherwise the client's product would not be used in the photoshoot! I also welcomed the dress code of wearing heels to work, drinking white wine in the afternoons, and office banter which included laughing at London tumblr tweets. London is where I want to be, and PR is where I want to work.
On a more serious note, interning does have it lows. Whilst enjoying the responsibility that one has, you can quite easily be bogged down with admin type roles which have included taking the office post everyday to the post office at 5pm. I couldn't help but question, is this normal? Do graduates do this? Well, I have concluded yes and no. Yes, of course with any type of job there will be aspects of admin that needs to be covered however, I think its up to you to decide when enough is enough. If by the end of the internship you reflect and realise that all you actually did was sorting out the company's database then what have you taken from the experience? Some advice. In the forefront of your mind you must keep revising your goals and if they are not being met then flag this up with your manager, otherwise the industry has effectively swallowed you up and spat you out. Translated this means, they have got what they want out of you for no financial cost to them. Whilst you have left without broadened skills, when your entire aim was to be one step closer to securing a paid job in this sector.
aka, know your worth.
Enjoy the snow!
xxx
