Things I am not good at, remembering Big Brother 2014 contestants
Before I tell you about my clerkship, I should tell you about the rejections I got, too.
I got the internship after five emails, two cold calls and (embarrassingly) one writing submission to the publisher.
It doesn’t happen often, but occasionally, I’ll get so shy that I can’t even sustain eye contact. My palms get so sweaty it’s as if I am a nervous foreign exchange student or something.
Nothing makes me feel more like an intern than when I meet up with the person who has briefed me with work and they have no clue what the hell I am talking about.
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Someone from the editorial team meets me at the lift. She reminds me a bit of Tracy Grimshaw.
My first awkward encounter worth noting today was my introduction to workplace birthdays.
Elevator conversation: “You are more than welcome to come to the Christmas party next Tuesday night at Luna Park”
Real talk: I didn’t get into medicine.