Survived Week 1: sensible shoes on public transport and all

What a week of hectic newness, I loved it all.

My colleagues treated me like an actual human person, which I didn’t quite know what to make of at first having been at times treated as a non living faux desk plant at previous internships. I wasn’t just a person young enough to only recently get their braces off/bunsen burner licence, I was an actual member of staff which was just bewildering!

To have responsibilities, to really feel like if you didn’t come to work today some one would notice and the task you are specifically being assigned to do would not get done is also a crazy concept. Interns are sometimes involved alot more in the menial implementation jobs than the important ones, but the stuff I’m doing is actually of value and my task alone to do. If I didn’t come in to work “girl with the mousey brown hair number 1″‘s absence would actually be noted here, being more necessary to the general mis en scene of the office than the fly on the wall this time!

All those desk plant experiences were life affirming in their own way, but I like the version of self actualisation wayyy better at this job.

I can tell this job will challenge me and force me to learn important things about life and my reaction to certain situations. For example, stuffing up. No one is there really to police you and hold you accountable for taking shortcuts, it’s just you doing a disservice to future you who will have to pick up the pieces YOURself.

I found this this week as the institution I’m working at issued a press release about a smoke free policy they are launching on campus. What was a small tree falling in a forest with possibly little chance of people to hear it release, turned into a mass of media enquiries and opportunities. As a side note, how fabo that journalists are actually coming to us for stories, instead of spin doctors pestering journos on ‘how the feck did you get this’ numbers. Anyway, tasked with the role of monitoring the amount of media hits the story had received I’m sad to say I let a mid week stupor (bought on by waking up before sunrise and leaving calm, sterile office environment to tutor schreechy children) cloud my capacity to do the task well.

Oh well, I thought, I’m the intern and no one will notice. The fact was, this had a big flow on effect as those higher up in the institution requested figures of media exposure, on hearing that the comms work had done the trick. Having not compiled the hits well enough, my heart dropped as the comms director told me we couldn’t send the work that I’d done. But this was no all girls school attempt to haunt me forever and make me feel crappy on my third day, this was an impersonal mistake made in a professional setting which needed to be rectified to prevent a flow on crappy effect on others- a weird mix of sterile business things and consideration for other people.

So I sucked it up and fixed it without any excuses or lingering sense of ‘oh lord an ex journo from the London Mirror thinks I’m a twat’ because I think that’s what adults do!

But this account is feeling too smug and ‘I’m very blessed thank you Kabbalah God’ celeb tell all. I did some seriously lowly things which are more important to gush about in keeping with this blog.

I wore asics netburners with my work clothes on the train for fear of being late for work/suddenly having to compete in an 800m/steeple chase.

I became best friends with the receptionist over our mutual dislike of Schapelle Corby’s eye brows.

I wolfed down my hanaichi in my short lunch break, to the horror of fellow patrons in shock over the amount of fried chicken a girl in head to toe ASOS Daily Work Edit could ingest in 15 minutes.

And finally, most lowly…

I mistook a Media Academics name to be spelt Fred, when it was really Phred.

Stay tuned for more adventures from the flashy girl with the hanaichi stained pencil skirt.