I started writing this post before we even had a blog- “How to be the Perfect Intern”. Actually, I started writing before I even had the job. Robbed of my traditional summer vices, I had to focus my energies into more productive outlets. My initial goal, looking like I spent a month at fat camp, proved to be a little lofty. So instead, I decided to find an internship. And eventually, through a fantastic mix of luck and connections, I ended up working with a magazine publishing company. It wouldn’t have happened without the hat though. Stumbling on a beat-up cowboy hat after starting my Equine Media Internship had to be divine providence.
…especially because landing the job felt like a miracle to me. I should point out that I know as much about horses as I do about publishing. Almost nothing. My new job working for a company that published magazines exclusively about horses was sure to involve more than a little of both. Still, I walked in utterly convinced that I was going to blow them away with my commitment and attention to detail. What I lacked in skills, I could make up for in zeal. Armed with my notebook, I was prepared for any task.
So when that first job turned out to be packing the office into boxes, I responded like I was about to wash Jesus’ feet with my hair and tears.
“Great! I’m really good at packing! I am a college student!” These were going to be the best mother-flipping boxes ever packed. Seven long hours and 20 cubic feet later, I wasn’t as sure, but actually, it did work out. However misguided my initial enthusiasm was, people actually appreciated my attitude. My coworkers gave me sympathetic grins as I dragged trash bags down the hall. And when I cheerily dashed downstairs to fish magazines out of a dumpster, I earned gratitude and an ally in my new office.
So yeah, my internship is turning out less like “The Devil Wears Prada” and more like “The Devil wears Wranglers and doesn’t really care what you do”. And yeah, I haven’t done much real work yet. But I’m still going to be the best intern ever.
--Megan
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