Although the contract I signed upon accepting my internship expressly forbids me from posting information about said internship on the internet - probably for fear of the inevitable "[Giant Multi-Media Conglomerate] Intern Tell-All" - I think it's probably within the realm of acceptable to reflect... just a little... in an un-Google-able fashion... Hi Sumner!
On the whole, the internship experience was surreal: It combined the usual menial labor (though all coffee and lunch retrieval was at the behest of "The Talent," not my supervisor) with the sense that I was being exposed to machinations and cog turning that almost certainly should have been off-limits ("pay no attention to the R&B singer in his underwear behind the curtain") with the unavoidable fact that I was not "living up to my potential." There was definitely too much time spent on thesuperficial.com, but what one apparently lacks in usefulness can apparently be made up almost entirely in "style points" (which is to say, enthusiasm, apple-cheeks, punctuality, efficiency and good phone manners). Scariest questions on the internship evaluation form:
#4 Did this internship help you better determine your career path?
No. I had a fairly well-defined (perhaps too well-defined, perhaps "narrow") career path in mind as of May, which this internship almost entirely flummoxed. The initial plan: print journalism in New York. The current plan: some kind of music and/or writing job somewhere in NY, LA, Austin, Nashville, San Francisco, or London.
#5 If given the opportunity, would you consider a full-time position at [Media Outlet that is a subset of aforementioned Giant Multimedia Conglomerate]?
Yes? Probably? I'd have some guilt about checking myself in full-time to the media outlet that some people (read: pretentious indie rock affiliates) credit with the downfall of pop music as we know it. But I also really like the idea of working in an office with reliable pay and fancy elevators with piped in news updates and real people who aren't flakey music industry types. And my parents would be thrilled.
And, as if the weight of the world and 8 hours of work and 5 hours of travel weren't enough, when I got to the gym I ended up nearly passing out on the elliptical machine because of a really horrendous "vasovagal reaction" (in layman's terms: dizzy spell with nausea and unpredictable temperature regulation as a result of critically low blood sugar). So I'm spent.
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