The Intern

I know, I know. I’ve been Horrible with a capital H about making any kind of posts. I’ve been doing a lot of freelance writing lately and it has left me with very little time to do much of anything of my own accord. BUT! I’m changing things up a bit. There are actually quite a few changes coming up on the horizon that I am very excited about. Starting today most especially.

You are reading a piece by the 2014 William Morrow marketing intern. Yep, I got myself an internship. I honestly don’t know how it all came together. I mean they say when you know someone, who knows someone, who knows someone, it’s easy and everything falls into place. Not necessarily true. I’ve had to work pretty hard for this. There has been a lot of preparing, a lot of going back and forth between people, and a little bit of groveling.

At one point, I thought the company I had been introduced to was going to drop me and say they had no place for me at all. A phone conversation with the person I was talking to in HR ended with her saying, if you are thinking about any other internships, or if you are offered other positions, just let us know. I was crushed. I took it as, we probably can’t take you here, so if you want to give me an easy way to say no to you, that’ll be awesome.

I’m thankful for that sentence though. I don’t think I realized how much I wanted this internship until that phone call. When I got off that phone, I saw all of my hopes of entering the publishing world fall apart before my eyes. I had chosen the wrong major. I would have to go back to school, pick up an appropriate degree, and then start this whole stressful process all over again.

This internship search had been one mess of me being passed off from one person to another. I talked to at least three other people before my interview date was even established. My resume was sent to 5 different departments before someone decided to give me a chance. The number of times I had to say how much I wanted to be here, and that I wanted to do absolutely anything to get my foot in the door, and I swear I am a fast learner and won’t be dragging the entire company down by being there – not in those words exactly, but a more professional version of that sense. 
After I thought no one in the company wanted to even speak to me, someone decided to give me an interview. Hallelujah let the choir sing! 
Then it sunk in. I had to do a formal interview… In real people clothes… In New York City… 
Now, I grew up about 2 hours away from the city. I had been to the city plenty of times, but I was never the navigator. I was very much a let someone take the lead and get me from point A to point B. I had to hop on a train, hop on a subway and get myself from 34th St to 53rd. Surprisingly, it didn’t end up being that hard. I was proud of my city slicker skills even though I grew up on the bubble of an island and attended school out in the boonies. 
I thought the interview had gone well. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. I’ve only interviewed two other times and they were extremely informal. This was so different than anything I had ever done. My uncle and one of his colleagues had prepped me well though, and I was confident in everything that I had to say. I didn’t stumble. I gave good evidence that even though I had never worked in publishing, I had past experiences essential to the intern position. I made a solid argument. But I couldn’t read my interviewer for the life of me. 
I went home with butterflies flying rampant in my stomach. I had no idea what to expect. The next morning I sent my thank you follow up e-mail. Tried my best to include information specific to the interview, and went about the million things I needed to do as best I could. I was expecting to go through weeks of agony, waiting for a decision. 
I came in from walking my dog to find a missed call from a 212 area code. New York City. Oh. My. God. 
There was a voicemail and I listened quickly. I had gotten the position! I called back immediately. “The position is yours if you’re still interested.” No duh I’m still interested! “Of course! I look forward to the summer, thank you for this wonderful opportunity.” Click, phone off. OH MY GOD I GOT THE INTERNSHIP! THE SUN IS SHINING THE BIRDS ARE SINGING! I DON’T HAVE TO START COLLEGE ALL OVER AGAIN! HALLELUJAH! 
So, I was kind of excited. Kidding. I was thrilled. I told everyone I knew. So in preparation for my internship, I will be reading a lot of books from the division I will be working for. Here goes nothing!