What: A satirical Summer internship blog.
Written by: An anonymous 3rd year Bachelor of Communications student.
Where: Workings 1 – 2 days a week at a large media company (television and digital).
8:30am: Tracy Grimshaw meets me at the lift.
“What did you do on your day off?”
Internal me: I woke up at 10. Went to beach and then watched Shameless.
Real life elevator lift me: “I am still trying to work out what I am going to focus on for my final journalism major next year. So, just a bit of research.”
9am: My first awkward encounter worth noting today was my introduction to workplace birthdays.
Office birthday celebration: People arrange three – four balloons on their co-worker’s desk and sticky tape a photo of them from their Facebook profile on their computer screen.
In this instance the photo doesn’t fit the A4 page. So it’s also stretched. Someone has also drawn a squiggly line around it in pink highlighter.
Birthday boy arrives.
*awkward office cheers
*awkward birthday boy laughs as he peels the photo off his screen.
Personally, I feel exhausted watching him deal with this in every way, shape and form.
10am: I am cleaning up their corporate Linkedin page and updating some details on the page.
This means going through and liking/following other media companies and agencies and replying to comments with a HR approved response.
This activity reminds of the time that I dated that DJ for a hot second.
Date a DJ and the next thing you know, your Facebook feed is just one long list of event invitations with the word feat. in memo; and it’s so overwhelming you didn’t even notice your best friend uploaded her graduation photo and got 403 likes.
I sit in on the content teams WIP, again. My favourite part of the day.
Today they are talking about what’s worked and not worked online this week. People love royal engagements, people love the environment; sadly, people don’t like ARIA gallery captions. Noted.
People talk about the projects they are working on. They talk about the progress of pieces by saying things like, “I got in contact with a guy from xxx he said he is happy to be included in the pieces”.
Affirms my childhood dream: I want to be a journalist!
Tracy Grimshaw asks if anyone has a project that I can “sink my teeth into.” Roxy [sections editor] says I can help her.
I help Roxy write title ideas and hooks for her section of the site. Legitimately feel needed, useful and happy as I paw my way through a content template she emails me.
Note: I use my g-mail account, but it’s cool seeing Roxy* from *big media company* appear in my inbox.
Roxy says we can run through my content ideas tomorrow. I am excited and nervous, and do that thing where I pretend my life is a movie.
What I learnt:
- That I do want to be a journalist
- That workplace birthdays are sad. And no, I’m not talking about the ‘Deliveroo waiting time is 45 minutes and I am struggling with the most anxiety filled hangover ever’ sadness. I am talking about real sadness.