Let’s face it, edsters…summer’s almost over. And as if I didn’t already know that my time in the sun was slowly dwindling and my days at my internship were numbered, today confirmed it. My internship supervisor sent each of us summer interns an email asking for...our end dates.
The email also included a request to tidy up our areas so the new interns can have “clean work spaces”, and ended with a quick “thank you, we’ll miss you guys!”. I'll miss you guys, too! This is depressing.
Even more depressing? I overheard her interviewing someone for a fall internship position. It seems like just yesterday that I was the interviewee, reciting my rehearsed answers on why I wanted to work in magazines and how my previous experience makes me qualified to be an intern.
But as sad as it is knowing that some other girl is soon going to take over my cubicle and be chummy with my editors, the ending to my internship is bittersweet. On the one hand, I’m walking away with a big-name magazine internship on my resume, not to mention I’m one step closer to landing that coveted EA spot(I hope). But, in all honesty I’m going to miss this place. Sure, the commute was horrific, the above-the-line editors weren’t always nice, and getting all dolled up every morning (to impress the fashion editors) got old really quickly. But I've realized, ladies and gents, after 3 summers of interning, that that’s the life of a magazine intern for ya. And of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
As I end my internship and say sayanora to my editors, I’m ready to move onto the next chapter of my magazine life. Next stop: the masthead.
--Ed’s Intern #1
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Goodbye summer...almost
Is it just me, or has the summer just flown by? I’m having a hard time accepting the fact that it’s almost August, and thus, that my internship is almost over. It seems like just yesterday that I was stressing over what to wear, how to act, and what to do for lunch on my very first day. Sigh.
As the end of summer so quickly falls upon us, I’ve been thinking lately on what I’ve learned at my internship, but more importantly how my internship is going to help me land a job once I graduate next May(Yikes!). So, here’s a couple of important things I’m going to do as my internship comes to a close. And edsters, feel free to do the same to make the most out of your last couple of weeks:
1. Make a list of all the things you’ve done/accomplished during your stay. If not to show off to your bosses or friends, use the list for your own benefit. Having everything you’ve done in an organized list will make it easier to write out your resume and talk about your experience on future interviews.
2. It may seem obvious, but be sure to finish up all of the assignments that you may have left somewhat unfinished, whether it be compiling a contact list for your bosses or finishing organizing the shelves in the beauty closet. When I first started back in May, one of my bosses was scrambling to finish an important fact-checking assignment that their intern had left unfinished when she left in the Spring. Bad idea.
3. Take your bosses out to lunch. Or, have them take you out. Either way, it’ll be a good time for you both to sit down and chat about what you got out of the internship, what you wished you’d done more of, and even what your strengths and weaknesses as an intern were. This will really put the whole experience into perspective.
4. Recognize what you liked and didn’t like about your internship and about the mag and department that you interned for. For me, I know now that I’m more into editorial than market editing, fashion or styling. Eliminate the stuff you’re not so interested in, and apply to internships and jobs in the future that are more specific to your interests and skills. You’ll be way happier in the long run.
5. Compile some stuff for future interns, like lists on how-to send packages and do general things around the office, use certain computer programs, etc. Your predecessors will appreciate it, and your bosses will, too since they'll have less explaining to do with their next interns. Plus, it shows you're really serious about the job you did.
6. Keep in touch with your bosses! I’ve already spoken with my editors about keeping in touch after my internship ends. Make sure they have your personal email and cell phone number and that you have theirs(since this business is a huge revolving door, editors are always switching jobs!). That way, it’ll be easy to contact them to chitchat—-or to inquire about any job openings within their company down the line.
Here’s to a fantastic recommendation!
--Ed’s Intern #1
As the end of summer so quickly falls upon us, I’ve been thinking lately on what I’ve learned at my internship, but more importantly how my internship is going to help me land a job once I graduate next May(Yikes!). So, here’s a couple of important things I’m going to do as my internship comes to a close. And edsters, feel free to do the same to make the most out of your last couple of weeks:
1. Make a list of all the things you’ve done/accomplished during your stay. If not to show off to your bosses or friends, use the list for your own benefit. Having everything you’ve done in an organized list will make it easier to write out your resume and talk about your experience on future interviews.
2. It may seem obvious, but be sure to finish up all of the assignments that you may have left somewhat unfinished, whether it be compiling a contact list for your bosses or finishing organizing the shelves in the beauty closet. When I first started back in May, one of my bosses was scrambling to finish an important fact-checking assignment that their intern had left unfinished when she left in the Spring. Bad idea.
3. Take your bosses out to lunch. Or, have them take you out. Either way, it’ll be a good time for you both to sit down and chat about what you got out of the internship, what you wished you’d done more of, and even what your strengths and weaknesses as an intern were. This will really put the whole experience into perspective.
4. Recognize what you liked and didn’t like about your internship and about the mag and department that you interned for. For me, I know now that I’m more into editorial than market editing, fashion or styling. Eliminate the stuff you’re not so interested in, and apply to internships and jobs in the future that are more specific to your interests and skills. You’ll be way happier in the long run.
5. Compile some stuff for future interns, like lists on how-to send packages and do general things around the office, use certain computer programs, etc. Your predecessors will appreciate it, and your bosses will, too since they'll have less explaining to do with their next interns. Plus, it shows you're really serious about the job you did.
6. Keep in touch with your bosses! I’ve already spoken with my editors about keeping in touch after my internship ends. Make sure they have your personal email and cell phone number and that you have theirs(since this business is a huge revolving door, editors are always switching jobs!). That way, it’ll be easy to contact them to chitchat—-or to inquire about any job openings within their company down the line.
Here’s to a fantastic recommendation!
--Ed’s Intern #1
Sunday, July 27, 2008
To have, or have it all?
Like most of you, I’ve always loved magazines. I’ve always known that my dream job would be to work for one.
I remember the first issue of CosmoGIRL, Sarah Michelle was on the cover. “Wow, this person actually met Buffy the vampire slayer, and actually talked to her like they were best friends. It must be so cool to be a journalist,” I thought to my 12- or 13-year-old self. Because from a very young age, I decided that’s what I would do, become a journalist for a magazine that I loved, and eventually be a magazine editor.
Everything I’ve been doing for the past few years has been in the name of chasing my dream career; writer and editor for my college paper, choice of major, reason for spending the summer across the globe from all my family and friends. I’ve discovered that it isn’t so glamorous and tons of work, but I still love doing it.
Well, this weekend out and about in London, I made a new friend who, for the first time since my pre-teens, caused me to question the pursuit of my girlhood dream. Just a summary on my new pal: he dropped out of high school and started an internet advertising agency several years ago. At only 23 years old, he’s worth over a million. And he works 25 hours a week.
I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it was all true. And apparently, these people really do exist. Those people who have everything… while they’re young.
Of course, my career is a big part of who I am, and something that eventually comes up in conversation (it is my reason for being in London). When this person was curious about post-college debt, and unpaid internships, and how I intend to survive (when I finally get a job) on 20,000 a year, well, I didn’t have answers. I could only respond by smiling and saying something like, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” After all, it’s the only answer I could give.
“Would you ever consider doing something like I did? You’re really smart, and I’m sure you could find a better way to support yourself. Don’t go into magazines, there’s no money in it, and you’ll work yourself too hard while you’re too young”
The conversation haunted me all day. What if I could do something else with my life? What if I could be a 20-something millionaire if I just gave up on my dream now? What did I know when I was 13 anyway, except that my monthly CG was the highlight of my month?
But then, I thought, that’s exactly why I shouldn’t give up on my magazine dream. Because, why not be part of putting out a magazine every month, if it’s something that I’ve been this passionate about for such a long time? I can’t think of anything else I would prefer as a career. Yea, it would be nice to have it all, but I’ll have everything I need: good friends, an exciting city around me and a job that I love. At least, those are all things I see within reach by the time I’m 23.
And who knows about all the rest.
After all, where there’s a will, there’s a way.
--Ed’s Intern #4
I remember the first issue of CosmoGIRL, Sarah Michelle was on the cover. “Wow, this person actually met Buffy the vampire slayer, and actually talked to her like they were best friends. It must be so cool to be a journalist,” I thought to my 12- or 13-year-old self. Because from a very young age, I decided that’s what I would do, become a journalist for a magazine that I loved, and eventually be a magazine editor.
Everything I’ve been doing for the past few years has been in the name of chasing my dream career; writer and editor for my college paper, choice of major, reason for spending the summer across the globe from all my family and friends. I’ve discovered that it isn’t so glamorous and tons of work, but I still love doing it.
Well, this weekend out and about in London, I made a new friend who, for the first time since my pre-teens, caused me to question the pursuit of my girlhood dream. Just a summary on my new pal: he dropped out of high school and started an internet advertising agency several years ago. At only 23 years old, he’s worth over a million. And he works 25 hours a week.
I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it was all true. And apparently, these people really do exist. Those people who have everything… while they’re young.
Of course, my career is a big part of who I am, and something that eventually comes up in conversation (it is my reason for being in London). When this person was curious about post-college debt, and unpaid internships, and how I intend to survive (when I finally get a job) on 20,000 a year, well, I didn’t have answers. I could only respond by smiling and saying something like, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” After all, it’s the only answer I could give.
“Would you ever consider doing something like I did? You’re really smart, and I’m sure you could find a better way to support yourself. Don’t go into magazines, there’s no money in it, and you’ll work yourself too hard while you’re too young”
The conversation haunted me all day. What if I could do something else with my life? What if I could be a 20-something millionaire if I just gave up on my dream now? What did I know when I was 13 anyway, except that my monthly CG was the highlight of my month?
But then, I thought, that’s exactly why I shouldn’t give up on my magazine dream. Because, why not be part of putting out a magazine every month, if it’s something that I’ve been this passionate about for such a long time? I can’t think of anything else I would prefer as a career. Yea, it would be nice to have it all, but I’ll have everything I need: good friends, an exciting city around me and a job that I love. At least, those are all things I see within reach by the time I’m 23.
And who knows about all the rest.
After all, where there’s a will, there’s a way.
--Ed’s Intern #4
Fashion on the brain
Pardon the late post. It’s actually been hot and sunny in London—a rare occurrence—so I’ve been out enjoying the weather.
I arrived here on Friday night. Luckily my internship was completely fine with me taking a week off. I typically intern three days each week. So, in anticipation of the week I was to miss, I worked five days two weeks ago, and four days last week. I will have two more weeks of interning when I get back next week.
Hopefully this week I will meet with one of the fashion editors of #4’s magazine. Lately I have been thinking about what I want to do with my life. I mean, I only have one year of school left, and I’m majoring in philsophy, not anything pertaining to journalism, so I have to work my butt of with internships in order to attain any sort of career in magazines. I spent this summer as an editorial intern in Atlanta and have a fall editorial internship lined up at a magazine where I go to school. But what about spring? What about post-grad?
I recently realized that I would love to work for a fashion magazine. Fashion is one thing I’m really passionate about. To me, Fashion Week is on par with national holidays. Time stops and all that matters is what style.co.uk says about the New York, Paris, London and Milan shows. But it will take a lot more than a love of style and two editorial internships to get a job at a fashion magazine. I need some relevant experience.
So, hopefully I will get to meet that editor. And hopefully she’ll decide I’m fabulous and keep me in mind for a summer post-grad fashion internship. Yes, it will be unpaid, and I may be a bit overqualified when the time comes, but #4’s magazine is making quite a name for itself in the fashion world. I feel like an internship there will open a lot of doors for me.
I’ll let you know how it goes!
--Ed’s Intern #3
I arrived here on Friday night. Luckily my internship was completely fine with me taking a week off. I typically intern three days each week. So, in anticipation of the week I was to miss, I worked five days two weeks ago, and four days last week. I will have two more weeks of interning when I get back next week.
Hopefully this week I will meet with one of the fashion editors of #4’s magazine. Lately I have been thinking about what I want to do with my life. I mean, I only have one year of school left, and I’m majoring in philsophy, not anything pertaining to journalism, so I have to work my butt of with internships in order to attain any sort of career in magazines. I spent this summer as an editorial intern in Atlanta and have a fall editorial internship lined up at a magazine where I go to school. But what about spring? What about post-grad?
I recently realized that I would love to work for a fashion magazine. Fashion is one thing I’m really passionate about. To me, Fashion Week is on par with national holidays. Time stops and all that matters is what style.co.uk says about the New York, Paris, London and Milan shows. But it will take a lot more than a love of style and two editorial internships to get a job at a fashion magazine. I need some relevant experience.
So, hopefully I will get to meet that editor. And hopefully she’ll decide I’m fabulous and keep me in mind for a summer post-grad fashion internship. Yes, it will be unpaid, and I may be a bit overqualified when the time comes, but #4’s magazine is making quite a name for itself in the fashion world. I feel like an internship there will open a lot of doors for me.
I’ll let you know how it goes!
--Ed’s Intern #3
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Intern #1 also needs a vacation...
Unlike Ed’s interns #3 and #4 who are touring London and enjoying the final weeks of summer as normal, overworked college students should, I’m cooped up in my cubicle trying to complete a slew of writing assignments just given to me by my web editor. Now I’m truly feeling the effect of doing two internships at once.
Yesterday, myself, the department’s other intern, my immediate boss and the editorial director had a pitch meeting, in which we needed to come up with 10 or so story ideas that’ll launch on the website in the fall. Talk about intimidating—the other intern and I took turns verbally pitching our ideas, which we had two weeks to come up with, stating what exactly we wanted to write about, how we would go about doing it and for which section of the website we think it’d work best.
The good news—the editors loved our pitches and were raving at how detailed, innovative, and creative they were. The bad news—I’m overwhelmed with stuff to do as the deadlines for the stories are quickly approaching. Homework during the summer is not what I signed up for.
But hey, I should be happy that I’m getting so much responsibility and actually have a workload to complain about. And since some of the assignments are due at the end of August when my internship will have already ended, I’m getting paid the freelancers rate for those pieces.
And even though it doesn’t look like I’ll be going on any much-needed vacations any time soon, I guess a couple hundred bucks in my empty pockets and a couple of clips in my portfolio beats a golden tan, right?
Any of you feel overwhelmed at your internships?
--Ed’s Intern #1
Yesterday, myself, the department’s other intern, my immediate boss and the editorial director had a pitch meeting, in which we needed to come up with 10 or so story ideas that’ll launch on the website in the fall. Talk about intimidating—the other intern and I took turns verbally pitching our ideas, which we had two weeks to come up with, stating what exactly we wanted to write about, how we would go about doing it and for which section of the website we think it’d work best.
The good news—the editors loved our pitches and were raving at how detailed, innovative, and creative they were. The bad news—I’m overwhelmed with stuff to do as the deadlines for the stories are quickly approaching. Homework during the summer is not what I signed up for.
But hey, I should be happy that I’m getting so much responsibility and actually have a workload to complain about. And since some of the assignments are due at the end of August when my internship will have already ended, I’m getting paid the freelancers rate for those pieces.
And even though it doesn’t look like I’ll be going on any much-needed vacations any time soon, I guess a couple hundred bucks in my empty pockets and a couple of clips in my portfolio beats a golden tan, right?
Any of you feel overwhelmed at your internships?
--Ed’s Intern #1
How it all happened
Monday was it. The issue of the magazine that we’ve been working on since early May (when I arrived) went to print. See, I picked this internship well, because it was in London; but also because it’s a bi-monthly culture mag with a small staff. So, for the entire summer I’ve been closely assisting the Editor through the entire process of putting an independent magazine together.
I’ve been exposed, albeit in a small way, to almost every step of the process; everything from listening in on discussions about who to feature on the cover, to the final stages of copy editing.
And, as it goes with nearly all internships, the experience has had its highs and lows. There have been times when I felt like an editor (calling up music agents to schedule photo shoots and interviews) and other times when I felt like even less than an intern (running across town to deliver post).
So, maybe you’re all wondering how I even got this chance. I don’t think I’ve shared it with you. Well… no, my father isn’t the editor-in-chief’s lawyer, or doctor, or old fraternity brother. And, while I love, love, love Whisper Jobs, the opening wasn’t even listed there.
A friend of mine bought the magazine and let me borrow it on the plane ride back from a student journalism convention in New York (ehherm, Intern #3). I absolutely loved the features, the photos and the fashion. I held onto the magazine for a while. When I got a courtesy letter from the New York internship I wanted, saying I wasn’t chosen for the internship, I had no idea what I would do with my summer. A copy of the magazine was lying on the floor. I thought, “Hmm, I bet it would be cool to work there.” So, I wrote up a letter about how I loved the magazine and sent it to the Editor, along with my resume. And, about a week later, there was a response in my inbox. Of course, I had to make arrangements to move to London, and track down back issues of the magazine and read, and re-read all of them so my editor had no doubts once I arrived. But, that’s how it all happened. And, it’s been great.
Since I’ll still be in London for a while, I’m sticking around for the next two weeks to do what I can for the next issue. Mostly, sifting through album releases and contacting more press people in the music industry. (Oh, and since I’m leaving soon, my editor suggested that I meet the candidates to replace me and tell him what I think—that means I’ve done a good job, right?)
I also have some visitors to entertain, and finally do all the touristy stuff I’ve been holding out on with. Though, I think you’re all quite familiar with one of them, my dear pal, Intern #3.
Here’s to an exciting week ahead…
--Ed’s Intern #4
I’ve been exposed, albeit in a small way, to almost every step of the process; everything from listening in on discussions about who to feature on the cover, to the final stages of copy editing.
And, as it goes with nearly all internships, the experience has had its highs and lows. There have been times when I felt like an editor (calling up music agents to schedule photo shoots and interviews) and other times when I felt like even less than an intern (running across town to deliver post).
So, maybe you’re all wondering how I even got this chance. I don’t think I’ve shared it with you. Well… no, my father isn’t the editor-in-chief’s lawyer, or doctor, or old fraternity brother. And, while I love, love, love Whisper Jobs, the opening wasn’t even listed there.
A friend of mine bought the magazine and let me borrow it on the plane ride back from a student journalism convention in New York (ehherm, Intern #3). I absolutely loved the features, the photos and the fashion. I held onto the magazine for a while. When I got a courtesy letter from the New York internship I wanted, saying I wasn’t chosen for the internship, I had no idea what I would do with my summer. A copy of the magazine was lying on the floor. I thought, “Hmm, I bet it would be cool to work there.” So, I wrote up a letter about how I loved the magazine and sent it to the Editor, along with my resume. And, about a week later, there was a response in my inbox. Of course, I had to make arrangements to move to London, and track down back issues of the magazine and read, and re-read all of them so my editor had no doubts once I arrived. But, that’s how it all happened. And, it’s been great.
Since I’ll still be in London for a while, I’m sticking around for the next two weeks to do what I can for the next issue. Mostly, sifting through album releases and contacting more press people in the music industry. (Oh, and since I’m leaving soon, my editor suggested that I meet the candidates to replace me and tell him what I think—that means I’ve done a good job, right?)
I also have some visitors to entertain, and finally do all the touristy stuff I’ve been holding out on with. Though, I think you’re all quite familiar with one of them, my dear pal, Intern #3.
Here’s to an exciting week ahead…
--Ed’s Intern #4
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
#3 is also headed across the pond...
In college I fell victim to one of the worst stereotypes: good girl gone (slightly) bad. I had spent my high school years obsessing over getting into college. Every waking minute of my life was about studying and building up my extra-curriculars. So, after years of choosing Arthur Miller over Miller Lite, I let loose when I came to college. I spent my days going to class and my nights barhopping, an activity that was fun for a while but got old fast. It just wasn't who I was; I was and always will be an overachiever by nature. That is why, one sunny day my junior year, I decided to grow up and focus on my future. I knew I wanted to go into journalism, so I joined the staff of my school paper as one of the editors.
The paper, to be honest, wasn't run that smoothly, requiring several sleepless nights spent in the office per week. Because we were always together, many of the staff members became very close. We were like a family; a ferociously ambitious family. One of the girls on staff and I became really good friends as we searched tirelessly for the perfect summer internships, each of us applying to countless mags and harassing a plethora of editors. Eventually we both landed fab internships: mine, a regional magazine in Atlanta, and hers, a culture mag in London.
Yes, I'm talking about Ed's Intern #4. We both applied to be Ed bloggers because, well, it was our nature to do so, and, surprisingly, we both got picked. Ed staffers didn't even know that we knew each other until a couple of weeks ago.
This Friday I'm headed off to London for a week to visit #4. Her editor is cool enough to let me hang out around the office for a couple of days. It'll be really interesting to witness the behind-the-scenes of a funky and eclectic mag after spending a summer working at a very traditional one. Also, I'm hoping to utilize this visit as a networking opportunity. When I'm not spending my time in London staking out Amy Winehouse's (crack)house or vintage shopping, I'm going to try to land a post-grad fashion internship at #4's mag.
So, dear Edsters, expect numerous posts stock full of English slang! Ahh, I'm so excited!
Globetrottingly yours,
Ed's Intern #3
The paper, to be honest, wasn't run that smoothly, requiring several sleepless nights spent in the office per week. Because we were always together, many of the staff members became very close. We were like a family; a ferociously ambitious family. One of the girls on staff and I became really good friends as we searched tirelessly for the perfect summer internships, each of us applying to countless mags and harassing a plethora of editors. Eventually we both landed fab internships: mine, a regional magazine in Atlanta, and hers, a culture mag in London.
Yes, I'm talking about Ed's Intern #4. We both applied to be Ed bloggers because, well, it was our nature to do so, and, surprisingly, we both got picked. Ed staffers didn't even know that we knew each other until a couple of weeks ago.
This Friday I'm headed off to London for a week to visit #4. Her editor is cool enough to let me hang out around the office for a couple of days. It'll be really interesting to witness the behind-the-scenes of a funky and eclectic mag after spending a summer working at a very traditional one. Also, I'm hoping to utilize this visit as a networking opportunity. When I'm not spending my time in London staking out Amy Winehouse's (crack)house or vintage shopping, I'm going to try to land a post-grad fashion internship at #4's mag.
So, dear Edsters, expect numerous posts stock full of English slang! Ahh, I'm so excited!
Globetrottingly yours,
Ed's Intern #3
Monday, July 21, 2008
Intern #1's got to suck it up...
Up until this point of my Ed blogging, I've focused mostly on my
accomplishments as an intern, from getting a byline, being recognized
by my mag’s higher-ups, and for saving the day for a super-busy editor.
But, fellow edsters, I promise I'm not the super-intern that my entries
may make me out to be. I’ve been at my internship for over 2 months now and the amount of mistakes I’ve made thus far is, well, I can’t even count ‘em.
Of course, there was the time when I arranged for a messenger to pick up an
important package on the wrong day. Or the time that I hit “send” before
making sure the word doc on an urgent email was attached. And the time my editor told me to “check things over” for little mistakes and typos before I send them to her…ok, you get the point.
And sure, everyone makes these mistakes, and lucky for me, everything I've done incorrectly was entirely fixable. But, being the hard-on-myself, over-achieving,
perfectionist that I am by nature, I feel the need to magnify every minuscule mistake
to the point where I make it out to be something catastrophic. You could
only imagine the thoughts that run through my head at night; My editor hates
me. My magazine career is over before it even started. Why would any magazine ever want to hire me? Oh well—there goes my recommendation.
But hey, the whole point of an internship is to learn, right? And from my
mistakes, I've learned that, well, nobody's perfect(cheesy but true!). Editors don’t expect us interns to know everything(and trust me, they don’t either!) and they’re definitely going to tolerate a few mistakes cause they know we’re just learning the ropes of the biz. Plus, they were interns too back in yesteryear, so they totally know what it’s like to be in our shoes--or so I hope?
So, fellow interns, if you find yourselves making mistakes on the job, big or small, don’t let it get to you—these things are bound to happen. And hey, a little ridicule here and there never hurt anyone, right?
Me, on the other hand, I’ve gotta toughen up. Otherwise, my hopefully soon-to-be magazine career is going to be a really rude awakening.
-Ed’s Intern #1
accomplishments as an intern, from getting a byline, being recognized
by my mag’s higher-ups, and for saving the day for a super-busy editor.
But, fellow edsters, I promise I'm not the super-intern that my entries
may make me out to be. I’ve been at my internship for over 2 months now and the amount of mistakes I’ve made thus far is, well, I can’t even count ‘em.
Of course, there was the time when I arranged for a messenger to pick up an
important package on the wrong day. Or the time that I hit “send” before
making sure the word doc on an urgent email was attached. And the time my editor told me to “check things over” for little mistakes and typos before I send them to her…ok, you get the point.
And sure, everyone makes these mistakes, and lucky for me, everything I've done incorrectly was entirely fixable. But, being the hard-on-myself, over-achieving,
perfectionist that I am by nature, I feel the need to magnify every minuscule mistake
to the point where I make it out to be something catastrophic. You could
only imagine the thoughts that run through my head at night; My editor hates
me. My magazine career is over before it even started. Why would any magazine ever want to hire me? Oh well—there goes my recommendation.
But hey, the whole point of an internship is to learn, right? And from my
mistakes, I've learned that, well, nobody's perfect(cheesy but true!). Editors don’t expect us interns to know everything(and trust me, they don’t either!) and they’re definitely going to tolerate a few mistakes cause they know we’re just learning the ropes of the biz. Plus, they were interns too back in yesteryear, so they totally know what it’s like to be in our shoes--or so I hope?
So, fellow interns, if you find yourselves making mistakes on the job, big or small, don’t let it get to you—these things are bound to happen. And hey, a little ridicule here and there never hurt anyone, right?
Me, on the other hand, I’ve gotta toughen up. Otherwise, my hopefully soon-to-be magazine career is going to be a really rude awakening.
-Ed’s Intern #1
Sunday, July 20, 2008
My Bloody Sunday
This weekend I was faced with the most testing decision in my ever-so-young magazine career. The choice dangled out plainly in front of me: Free tickets to see The Flaming Lips perform at Victoria Park as part of the Love Box Music Festival, or spend Sunday evening in the office assisting my editor proof the magazine (which is planned to go to print Monday afternoon). I was stuck.
Friday before I left the office, my editor politely asked if I would mind coming in to help look over the copy with an extra set of eyes, to make sure everything was perfect before we went to print Monday afternoon. I was thrilled to be included in such an important part of the process. Although copy editing (the English also call it “subbing”) is probably the least glamorous, most tedious part of magazine publishing, we all know the importance of well-written, flawless copy. I mean, sure, a magazine can have a fabulous actress on the cover, and eight pages of Dolce and Gabbana ads; but if “mumbai” isn’t capitalized somewhere on the directory, or a comma appears instead of a period in a feature, some avid reading, mag-obsessed perfectionist somewhere is going to catch it. And when they do, they’ll be slightly frustrated, and really a bit baffled that a staff that can pull eight pages of D&G can miss the capitalization of the world’s most populated city.
Of course I would come in! I didn’t have plans for Sunday. And, there really was something about being the final set of eyes to check the magazine before it was sent to the printer, and eventually read by thousands. I enthusiastically told my editor that I was available.
Later that night, the owner of the bar where I work informed me that a friend of his was running the promo for this festival, and had managed to get the bartenders on the guest list. The Go Team, Goldfrapp, and several other bands would be there throughout the day, and The Flaming Lips would take the main stage for the event’s finale.
In case you’ve been living on Mars and never heard of/ listened to The Flaming Lips, or ever YouTubed their live performances—they are a.m.a.z.i.n.g. And I, a former record-store clerk (until the pitiful end of the music retail industry), proudly own every album they’ve made. Ever.
I spent Friday night pondering how I could make it work. My editor told me plainly that he would need me from 6 p.m. onward. And, though the festival started at 12 p.m. The Flaming Lips weren’t playing until 8:15. Victoria Park was on the other end of the city, at least an hour and a half round-trip for transportation. There was no way I could have both. It was a cruel, cruel choice to make. But I had to choose.
I ended up having a blast on Sunday evening. The music that blared out of the speakers was unbelievable.
The speakers of the office iMac, that is. I spent my evening in the office reading, and re-reading magazine proofs, while listening to “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots”. And in the end, I was completely satisfied with my choice. The Copy Editor missed the capitalization of “Mumbai”.
--Ed’s Intern #4
**PS...
The Flaming Lips, in case you read this, I’m open to press passes to your next show. And, the mag is off to print, so I’ll be available! xx
Friday before I left the office, my editor politely asked if I would mind coming in to help look over the copy with an extra set of eyes, to make sure everything was perfect before we went to print Monday afternoon. I was thrilled to be included in such an important part of the process. Although copy editing (the English also call it “subbing”) is probably the least glamorous, most tedious part of magazine publishing, we all know the importance of well-written, flawless copy. I mean, sure, a magazine can have a fabulous actress on the cover, and eight pages of Dolce and Gabbana ads; but if “mumbai” isn’t capitalized somewhere on the directory, or a comma appears instead of a period in a feature, some avid reading, mag-obsessed perfectionist somewhere is going to catch it. And when they do, they’ll be slightly frustrated, and really a bit baffled that a staff that can pull eight pages of D&G can miss the capitalization of the world’s most populated city.
Of course I would come in! I didn’t have plans for Sunday. And, there really was something about being the final set of eyes to check the magazine before it was sent to the printer, and eventually read by thousands. I enthusiastically told my editor that I was available.
Later that night, the owner of the bar where I work informed me that a friend of his was running the promo for this festival, and had managed to get the bartenders on the guest list. The Go Team, Goldfrapp, and several other bands would be there throughout the day, and The Flaming Lips would take the main stage for the event’s finale.
In case you’ve been living on Mars and never heard of/ listened to The Flaming Lips, or ever YouTubed their live performances—they are a.m.a.z.i.n.g. And I, a former record-store clerk (until the pitiful end of the music retail industry), proudly own every album they’ve made. Ever.
I spent Friday night pondering how I could make it work. My editor told me plainly that he would need me from 6 p.m. onward. And, though the festival started at 12 p.m. The Flaming Lips weren’t playing until 8:15. Victoria Park was on the other end of the city, at least an hour and a half round-trip for transportation. There was no way I could have both. It was a cruel, cruel choice to make. But I had to choose.
I ended up having a blast on Sunday evening. The music that blared out of the speakers was unbelievable.
The speakers of the office iMac, that is. I spent my evening in the office reading, and re-reading magazine proofs, while listening to “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots”. And in the end, I was completely satisfied with my choice. The Copy Editor missed the capitalization of “Mumbai”.
--Ed’s Intern #4
**PS...
The Flaming Lips, in case you read this, I’m open to press passes to your next show. And, the mag is off to print, so I’ll be available! xx
Saturday, July 19, 2008
House of horrors
Like many students who moved to big cities for summer internships, I found my Atlanta residence through Craigslist. It was described as a rustic house near a college campus that was inhabited by six male students. I was so excited; I assumed it would be like living with my guy friends from school: laid back and fun, with endless parties.
Chalk all that up to a 21-year-old's naiveté. “Shocked” doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt upon seeing my summer residence for the first time. Mold and dust were the house’s chief inhabitants, as well as strange men ranging from 24- to 40-years-old, suffering from a variety of ailments, from alcoholism to sociopathic tendencies. They were definitely not the fratastic guys I expected.
There’s Roommate #1 (no names included for anonymity’s sake), the 40-year-old alcoholic man who crashes on the couch. This man, unemployed and recently kicked out of his parents’ house, recently had a run-in with the law (on Thursday) after stealing someone’s keys at a bar and holding them (the keys, not the person) ransom for $200. Then there’s #2, aged 32, who tells me that he dabbles in porn (under what capacity, I have no idea) and hops from job to job, currently working as a loans officer at one of those “Get quick loans now!” places after getting fired from his valet job.
Roommate #3 is a 24-year-old former drug addict who actually does go to the college. He continues to hit on me despite being rejected numerous times. Apparently, my constant rejection of his advancements has convinced him that I am bisexual (which I’m not, but if you are, good for you), so my newest activity is dodging his graphic girl-on-girl inquiries, while continuing to field his advances. Roomie #4 is a hippie who worships Jerry Garcia and is always covered with in a cloud of smoke. From his appearance alone, I would say that he hasn’t showered in a while, though I may be mistaken. #5 is the house manager, a redneck college grad who befriends a dubious bunch of characters—-from fellow rednecks (including one whose obnoxious voice carries throughout the house with every “y’all” he utters) to dear Roomie #1.
So why did I stay, you ask? Well, before moving in, my parents tried to tell me it was a bad idea to live with a bunch of guys. But I convinced them I would be fine, and they agreed to pay the full rent before I moved in. There's no way they would pay for me to live elsewhere after all the grief I gave them!
This summer is a complete departure from my living situation at school. There I live with OCD girls, in a house completely spick and span 24/7. Oh well, I guess this summer is just destined to become one of my best anecdotes.
--Ed’s intern #3
P.S.- None of what I have written in this entry is a lie or hyperbole.
Chalk all that up to a 21-year-old's naiveté. “Shocked” doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt upon seeing my summer residence for the first time. Mold and dust were the house’s chief inhabitants, as well as strange men ranging from 24- to 40-years-old, suffering from a variety of ailments, from alcoholism to sociopathic tendencies. They were definitely not the fratastic guys I expected.
There’s Roommate #1 (no names included for anonymity’s sake), the 40-year-old alcoholic man who crashes on the couch. This man, unemployed and recently kicked out of his parents’ house, recently had a run-in with the law (on Thursday) after stealing someone’s keys at a bar and holding them (the keys, not the person) ransom for $200. Then there’s #2, aged 32, who tells me that he dabbles in porn (under what capacity, I have no idea) and hops from job to job, currently working as a loans officer at one of those “Get quick loans now!” places after getting fired from his valet job.
Roommate #3 is a 24-year-old former drug addict who actually does go to the college. He continues to hit on me despite being rejected numerous times. Apparently, my constant rejection of his advancements has convinced him that I am bisexual (which I’m not, but if you are, good for you), so my newest activity is dodging his graphic girl-on-girl inquiries, while continuing to field his advances. Roomie #4 is a hippie who worships Jerry Garcia and is always covered with in a cloud of smoke. From his appearance alone, I would say that he hasn’t showered in a while, though I may be mistaken. #5 is the house manager, a redneck college grad who befriends a dubious bunch of characters—-from fellow rednecks (including one whose obnoxious voice carries throughout the house with every “y’all” he utters) to dear Roomie #1.
So why did I stay, you ask? Well, before moving in, my parents tried to tell me it was a bad idea to live with a bunch of guys. But I convinced them I would be fine, and they agreed to pay the full rent before I moved in. There's no way they would pay for me to live elsewhere after all the grief I gave them!
This summer is a complete departure from my living situation at school. There I live with OCD girls, in a house completely spick and span 24/7. Oh well, I guess this summer is just destined to become one of my best anecdotes.
--Ed’s intern #3
P.S.- None of what I have written in this entry is a lie or hyperbole.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
A heart to heart
I’m almost 2 months into my internship, and the relationship with my bosses couldn’t be better. They seem to be liking the work I’m doing, appreciative with all the little things I help them out with, and just plain ol’ happy to have me around to lend a hand when needed.
And while our corporate relationship is great and all, one thing I’ve discovered as an intern is that the best intern/editor relationship is one where you can actually have real conversations with one another. I’m at the office 9 hours a day, 3 days a week…I’d like to talk to my editors about more than what packages to send back and which credits to compile. Wouldn’t you agree?
So in my downtime, when neither myself nor one of my editors was too swamped, I decided to approach her for a little heart-to-heart. She’s been in the biz for quite a few years now, working at both big-name and lesser-known mags. I’ve only got a few weeks left at my internship…might as well milk it for all it’s worth, right?
While our conversation was short and sweet, it was actually really informative. I asked her every possible question I could think of. What is the corporate culture at all the different publishing houses like? Is the industry as cut-throat as it seems? Are magazine employees usually treated well? I even asked her about her college experience and internships, and, to my delight, she was happy to share her experiences with me. Hmm. I guess she remembers what it was like to be an intern herself, terrified of the prospect of graduation and taking any advice you could get.
Ok, so I still have a lot to learn about the industry. But knowing I have my editor as my mentor(not to mention an amazing reference come graduation time, but that’s a whole separate issue) is a huge relief. My advice to you fellow edsters out there? Learn as much about the biz as you can! Ask your editors out to lunch, take on projects in different departments, and get as much career advice and as many contacts as possible. The more you know, the more prepared you’ll be when it comes down to landing that coveted EA position. The editors can be your friends, too!
Are any of you buddy-buddy with your editors?
--Ed’s Intern #1
And while our corporate relationship is great and all, one thing I’ve discovered as an intern is that the best intern/editor relationship is one where you can actually have real conversations with one another. I’m at the office 9 hours a day, 3 days a week…I’d like to talk to my editors about more than what packages to send back and which credits to compile. Wouldn’t you agree?
So in my downtime, when neither myself nor one of my editors was too swamped, I decided to approach her for a little heart-to-heart. She’s been in the biz for quite a few years now, working at both big-name and lesser-known mags. I’ve only got a few weeks left at my internship…might as well milk it for all it’s worth, right?
While our conversation was short and sweet, it was actually really informative. I asked her every possible question I could think of. What is the corporate culture at all the different publishing houses like? Is the industry as cut-throat as it seems? Are magazine employees usually treated well? I even asked her about her college experience and internships, and, to my delight, she was happy to share her experiences with me. Hmm. I guess she remembers what it was like to be an intern herself, terrified of the prospect of graduation and taking any advice you could get.
Ok, so I still have a lot to learn about the industry. But knowing I have my editor as my mentor(not to mention an amazing reference come graduation time, but that’s a whole separate issue) is a huge relief. My advice to you fellow edsters out there? Learn as much about the biz as you can! Ask your editors out to lunch, take on projects in different departments, and get as much career advice and as many contacts as possible. The more you know, the more prepared you’ll be when it comes down to landing that coveted EA position. The editors can be your friends, too!
Are any of you buddy-buddy with your editors?
--Ed’s Intern #1
An opportunist steps back
I’m feeling a bit more chipper from earlier this week (for anyone who read my last post). I guess sometimes it is easier to let the negative thoughts creep in and cloud the positive, even when things are going great.
Here’s a raw, honest confession about intern #4: I’m an opportunist by nature. It’s just my personality to approach things attentively and aggressively. When I was in second grade, there was a shelf full of all the books that we had to read before the end of the year. We would read one or two as a class every week. I started reading ahead of the class during recess, and by Christmas, I was such an advanced reader they moved me to the third grade (true story). I graduated high school in a class of kids who were a year older than me.
Anyways, my point is, as a friend so bluntly and honestly brought to my attention recently, I sometimes tend to get ahead of myself, instead of living and learning in the present. Not that it’s entirely a bad thing, I mean, I am a rising college senior now, instead of a junior. And, my employers have always appreciated my take-charge approach.
But, now that I'm far from Lego-building and moved onto career building, I’m learning that it’s best to focus on where I am, and learn. I’m an unpaid intern at a fantastic up-and-coming independent magazine. It’s not a household name like Vogue, or Rolling Stone, but I love the magazine, and I’ve learned a ton.
I have one year before I complete my liberal arts degree in Media (with a double minor in English and Film Studies). As hard as I work, I may never step foot in the office of Rolling Stone, Vogue, Vanity Fair, or The New Yorker. I may never beat out those NYU or Harvard Journalism grads for jobs, paid or unpaid, at such prestigious publications. I may not get offered a job at any magazine after I graduate. It’s possible that I could work in bars again next summer to support myself through several post-grad internships.
But, I love working in this industry. I know this is where I want to be, no matter how hard I have to work, or how long I have to wait to get there. (Oh, and confession #2: once my mind’s made up- and it is- there’s no changing it).
When I finally land my first full-time magazine job, wherever it might be, I’ll know that I’ve earned it. And I’ll have all the experience and confidence I need to help me move on from there.
--Ed's Intern #4
Here’s a raw, honest confession about intern #4: I’m an opportunist by nature. It’s just my personality to approach things attentively and aggressively. When I was in second grade, there was a shelf full of all the books that we had to read before the end of the year. We would read one or two as a class every week. I started reading ahead of the class during recess, and by Christmas, I was such an advanced reader they moved me to the third grade (true story). I graduated high school in a class of kids who were a year older than me.
Anyways, my point is, as a friend so bluntly and honestly brought to my attention recently, I sometimes tend to get ahead of myself, instead of living and learning in the present. Not that it’s entirely a bad thing, I mean, I am a rising college senior now, instead of a junior. And, my employers have always appreciated my take-charge approach.
But, now that I'm far from Lego-building and moved onto career building, I’m learning that it’s best to focus on where I am, and learn. I’m an unpaid intern at a fantastic up-and-coming independent magazine. It’s not a household name like Vogue, or Rolling Stone, but I love the magazine, and I’ve learned a ton.
I have one year before I complete my liberal arts degree in Media (with a double minor in English and Film Studies). As hard as I work, I may never step foot in the office of Rolling Stone, Vogue, Vanity Fair, or The New Yorker. I may never beat out those NYU or Harvard Journalism grads for jobs, paid or unpaid, at such prestigious publications. I may not get offered a job at any magazine after I graduate. It’s possible that I could work in bars again next summer to support myself through several post-grad internships.
But, I love working in this industry. I know this is where I want to be, no matter how hard I have to work, or how long I have to wait to get there. (Oh, and confession #2: once my mind’s made up- and it is- there’s no changing it).
When I finally land my first full-time magazine job, wherever it might be, I’ll know that I’ve earned it. And I’ll have all the experience and confidence I need to help me move on from there.
--Ed's Intern #4
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
A bad case of writer's block
This intern is suffering from a severe affliction. I don’t need a doctor or WebMD to tell me what’s going on; the symptoms are painfully obvious. I’ve come down with a brutal case of writer’s block, the dreaded metaphorical disease that all journalists fear.
Unlike most interns, I actually get to do a lot of writing. Although I do get assigned typical intern tasks (filing, mailing, organizing, etc.), my major assignments require me to pick up a pen and pencil (meaning sit by a computer) and write my heart out (about things going on in Atlanta). So far this summer I’ve acquired four clips, one of which was even situated in the feature well of my mag’s lastest issue! I have two pieces coming up in the issue we’re currently working on, as well. Last week I wrote the first feature and this week I have been attempting with all my might to actually write the second one, to no avail.
Instead of experiencing that “eureka” moment in writing where, to quote the Beatles, “words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,” I find myself in a lull. I just can’t write. Rather, I have spent much of the past two days at the office staring out of my window, googling random facts (i.e., did you know that THE Sir Elton John lives in Atlanta?!) and re-reading press releases and other magazines for inspiration. I keep trying to write, too, but nothing works; nothing I’ve come up with sounds right.
I’m at a complete loss. I’ve never suffered from such severe writer’s block before. I have no idea what to do. Luckily I have to work full-time this week (because I’m taking a week off to go to London next Friday) so I still have a couple of days to complete this project… thank goodness. But my inability to do what I love—-which, of course, is writing—-has put me in a very “blah” mood, even outside of work. All of my friends have commented on my general lackadaisical manner. I suppose only writers understand the perils of this painful affliction.
Truthfully, I need your help. How do you guys work through your writer’s block? Seriously, I can use some advice here. Writing exercises, mantras, anything—I’m desperate!
On a limb,
Ed’s Intern #3
Unlike most interns, I actually get to do a lot of writing. Although I do get assigned typical intern tasks (filing, mailing, organizing, etc.), my major assignments require me to pick up a pen and pencil (meaning sit by a computer) and write my heart out (about things going on in Atlanta). So far this summer I’ve acquired four clips, one of which was even situated in the feature well of my mag’s lastest issue! I have two pieces coming up in the issue we’re currently working on, as well. Last week I wrote the first feature and this week I have been attempting with all my might to actually write the second one, to no avail.
Instead of experiencing that “eureka” moment in writing where, to quote the Beatles, “words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,” I find myself in a lull. I just can’t write. Rather, I have spent much of the past two days at the office staring out of my window, googling random facts (i.e., did you know that THE Sir Elton John lives in Atlanta?!) and re-reading press releases and other magazines for inspiration. I keep trying to write, too, but nothing works; nothing I’ve come up with sounds right.
I’m at a complete loss. I’ve never suffered from such severe writer’s block before. I have no idea what to do. Luckily I have to work full-time this week (because I’m taking a week off to go to London next Friday) so I still have a couple of days to complete this project… thank goodness. But my inability to do what I love—-which, of course, is writing—-has put me in a very “blah” mood, even outside of work. All of my friends have commented on my general lackadaisical manner. I suppose only writers understand the perils of this painful affliction.
Truthfully, I need your help. How do you guys work through your writer’s block? Seriously, I can use some advice here. Writing exercises, mantras, anything—I’m desperate!
On a limb,
Ed’s Intern #3
Monday, July 14, 2008
An intern's day...as an editor
As many of you already know, I intern at a national consumer women’s magazine. And being an intern at a large glossy in NYC is incredibly fun and rewarding but, as you may know from my blog or your own personal experience, not always so glamorous. In my 6+ weeks here, I’ve done filing and photocopying, fact-checking and researching, and plenty of closet organization and phone calling. But today, ladies and gents, I didn’t do any of that menial administrative stuff. I actually felt like…an editor.
Since the features editor whom I work for was out of the office for the day, she called me up in a frantic mess to take care of some things while she was gone. The problem; the text for one of the stories she had written didn’t fit on the page layout. The solution: Intern to the rescue! She wanted me to edit it down to size.
Let’s rewind a bit. I was terrified when I received this assignment. I had barely done any sort of editing before (unless you count copy-editing my friends’ poorly written college essays for content, grammar and spelling), much less for an actual magazine. So while this assignment was exciting and finally something that’d stimulate my itching desire to work on the magazine’s feature stories, I was terrified. What exactly did she want me to edit out? Unnecessary adjectives? Entire sentences? Little words here and there?
And to top it all off, in order to make the edits I had to use a publishing program that I wasn’t even remotely familiar with. This had to be done on my boss’ computer since mine wasn’t set up with the program. In my mind, this was a disaster waiting to happen.
But, as per usual, being the worry wart that I am, I got nervous over nothing. While it took over an hour to finally get the 500 word blurbs down to size, the assignment was actually kind of...fun. I still wasn't positive that my edits were good enough, but I sent on the new and improved version to my editor for review.
And, to my luck,my editor raved about how good of a job I did. My version is now off to the executive editor and the editor-in-chief, who will then determine if the text is ok. I’m terrified to hear their thoughts on the piece after I got my grimy intern hands on it, but regardless, I’m flattered that my editor trusted me enough with such a big responsibility. And now, I can finally say that I've got some real-world editing experience under my belt.
--Ed's Intern #1
Since the features editor whom I work for was out of the office for the day, she called me up in a frantic mess to take care of some things while she was gone. The problem; the text for one of the stories she had written didn’t fit on the page layout. The solution: Intern to the rescue! She wanted me to edit it down to size.
Let’s rewind a bit. I was terrified when I received this assignment. I had barely done any sort of editing before (unless you count copy-editing my friends’ poorly written college essays for content, grammar and spelling), much less for an actual magazine. So while this assignment was exciting and finally something that’d stimulate my itching desire to work on the magazine’s feature stories, I was terrified. What exactly did she want me to edit out? Unnecessary adjectives? Entire sentences? Little words here and there?
And to top it all off, in order to make the edits I had to use a publishing program that I wasn’t even remotely familiar with. This had to be done on my boss’ computer since mine wasn’t set up with the program. In my mind, this was a disaster waiting to happen.
But, as per usual, being the worry wart that I am, I got nervous over nothing. While it took over an hour to finally get the 500 word blurbs down to size, the assignment was actually kind of...fun. I still wasn't positive that my edits were good enough, but I sent on the new and improved version to my editor for review.
And, to my luck,my editor raved about how good of a job I did. My version is now off to the executive editor and the editor-in-chief, who will then determine if the text is ok. I’m terrified to hear their thoughts on the piece after I got my grimy intern hands on it, but regardless, I’m flattered that my editor trusted me enough with such a big responsibility. And now, I can finally say that I've got some real-world editing experience under my belt.
--Ed's Intern #1
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Summertime, and the livin’s (not so) easy
Things at the magazine are going absolutely wonderful. I was told last week that I had done an excellent job on this issue, and the higher-ups decided to list me as an “Editorial Assistant” on the masthead. Although the magazine still couldn’t pay me, the title-only promotion felt like an immense achievement.
Unfortunately, not everything in my life is going so great. I’ve received about 10 text messages from my landlord since Wednesday, reminding me that rent is due next week. And, with each annoying buzz, I’m distracted from enjoying my fancy new title, to focusing on the harsh reality of unpaid work.
I have been working three or four (late) nights a week at the bar, and I’ll be able to pay in full for the month after this weekend, but, I can’t say my summer has been easy-going. Actually, I think I’ve worked harder in the past three months than I ever have in my life. I mean, I’m at the mag five days a week, I work 25 hours a week at the bar, and write in my spare time for Ed and another blog.
I’ve given up luxuries that I used to deem essential: like new clothes, visits to the salon, gourmet coffee, three meals a day. And, unlike most of my friends back in the states who lounge at the beach on the daily, I haven’t seen, smelt, or touched the ocean since April.
Don’t fear readers, I don’t intend to gush out complaining about my fabulous internship, that a lot of people would probably give anything for, and I’m lucky to have; but you should know that behind any tale of success, is another of sacrifice and hard work.
In my case, one of browsing Facebook news feeds, confronted with bronze-faced smiles of friends in bikini’s, and constantly reminding myself that “Awesome Magazine Experience” beats “Carefree Madness at the Beach” in the Rock, Paper, Scissors game of Summer 2008.
I suppose I can't think of a magazine I would want to work for that lists "perfect tan" as a job requirement.
Here’s to a successful summer, wherever you find yourself,
--Ed’s Intern #4
Unfortunately, not everything in my life is going so great. I’ve received about 10 text messages from my landlord since Wednesday, reminding me that rent is due next week. And, with each annoying buzz, I’m distracted from enjoying my fancy new title, to focusing on the harsh reality of unpaid work.
I have been working three or four (late) nights a week at the bar, and I’ll be able to pay in full for the month after this weekend, but, I can’t say my summer has been easy-going. Actually, I think I’ve worked harder in the past three months than I ever have in my life. I mean, I’m at the mag five days a week, I work 25 hours a week at the bar, and write in my spare time for Ed and another blog.
I’ve given up luxuries that I used to deem essential: like new clothes, visits to the salon, gourmet coffee, three meals a day. And, unlike most of my friends back in the states who lounge at the beach on the daily, I haven’t seen, smelt, or touched the ocean since April.
Don’t fear readers, I don’t intend to gush out complaining about my fabulous internship, that a lot of people would probably give anything for, and I’m lucky to have; but you should know that behind any tale of success, is another of sacrifice and hard work.
In my case, one of browsing Facebook news feeds, confronted with bronze-faced smiles of friends in bikini’s, and constantly reminding myself that “Awesome Magazine Experience” beats “Carefree Madness at the Beach” in the Rock, Paper, Scissors game of Summer 2008.
I suppose I can't think of a magazine I would want to work for that lists "perfect tan" as a job requirement.
Here’s to a successful summer, wherever you find yourself,
--Ed’s Intern #4
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Cover girl
A couple of weeks ago, the editorial and art directors of my mag were trying to decide on our August cover within earshot of my intern desk. While completing the day’s tasks I was able to listen in on the process. I was completely amazed at how much time and effort went into selecting every single aspect of the cover, from fonts to wording to color selection.
The two had already selected the cover shot, so that was all under control. The art director (who wears the most fabulous clothes and is just so cool) had already done her magic on the picture, photoshopping it into sheer perfection. So all they were working on was selecting the color and style of each of the fonts, as well as the precise wording and where each blurb should be placed. I witnessed them go through blurb after blurb, font after font. Eventually they printed up at least 10 different mock-ups.
When all of the mock-ups were printed out, I walked up to the editorial director and asked if I could take a look. Now, some of you may be nervous to approach the big names at your respective magazines, but I’m freakishly outgoing so I always just go for it. Anyway, he let me take a look. I was surprised to see that each looked extremely similar, with only miniscule differences. I put my two-cents in, even though I knew I had no decision-making power. I told him the one I liked the most and why I liked it.
The cover options were then presented to our publisher, who then made the ultimate decision. The selected cover ended up being the one I, too, had selected.
That’s what’s so great about finally interning at a magazine. Even though I’ve wanted to work for a magazine for a while, I never really understood what went on behind-the-scenes until I got here. I would never have thought that selecting the font, indentation and color of the blurb on the bottom left side would take so much effort.
--Ed’s Intern #3
The two had already selected the cover shot, so that was all under control. The art director (who wears the most fabulous clothes and is just so cool) had already done her magic on the picture, photoshopping it into sheer perfection. So all they were working on was selecting the color and style of each of the fonts, as well as the precise wording and where each blurb should be placed. I witnessed them go through blurb after blurb, font after font. Eventually they printed up at least 10 different mock-ups.
When all of the mock-ups were printed out, I walked up to the editorial director and asked if I could take a look. Now, some of you may be nervous to approach the big names at your respective magazines, but I’m freakishly outgoing so I always just go for it. Anyway, he let me take a look. I was surprised to see that each looked extremely similar, with only miniscule differences. I put my two-cents in, even though I knew I had no decision-making power. I told him the one I liked the most and why I liked it.
The cover options were then presented to our publisher, who then made the ultimate decision. The selected cover ended up being the one I, too, had selected.
That’s what’s so great about finally interning at a magazine. Even though I’ve wanted to work for a magazine for a while, I never really understood what went on behind-the-scenes until I got here. I would never have thought that selecting the font, indentation and color of the blurb on the bottom left side would take so much effort.
--Ed’s Intern #3
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Intern #4 Says Relax!!!
Let’s face it interns--most of us are over-achievers and wanna-be workaholics (I mean, we wouldn’t have such a strong desire to be in this competitive biz if we weren’t).
As deadlines approach and we find ourselves working under editors under pressure, it’s so easy for that stress to trickle on down the mast-head; especially when the intern at the bottom is fiercely out to prove they have what it takes to succeed in this industry.
I had my first serious encounter today, when I made a call to my editor’s house to deliver print-outs from the Art Department for approval. He’d been up all night editing, thanks to a feature disaster. A free-lancer turned in an important piece late, and apparently managed to massacre it. Because of the set-back, he didn’t even have time to travel across town to the office and was working from home. And, throughout our 15-minute meeting, his Blackberry was going off like a smoke alarm.
I left feeling so anxious and tense, simply from being around someone who was under so much stress. “Wow. If my life goes as planned, that will be me in 10 years,” I thought to myself.
So, fellow interns (and hey, you too editors!), I’m dedicating this post to remind you all to r-e-l-a-x. Here are five nifty things to remember during those anguishing times, when items on the day’s To-Do list seem to outnumber the minutes in the day.
Realize, no matter how much of a disaster it seems, the world is not ending!
When you’re focused on an obstacle, or how to overcome it rather, it’s easy to forget there’s still a world going on around you. Unless the cover story is reporting the apocalypse, you still have hope! Step out into the sunshine (or rain), and ponder your dilemma while taking a breath of fresh air. There is a solution, and it will come to you… eventually.
Eat something.
Though stress-eating is an obvious no-no, neglecting food because you’re stressed about work is just as bad! Take a short walk to a juice bar, or sandwich shop and grab a wholesome, healthy snack. Personal suggestion: go simple and summer; enjoy a fresh avocado or mango. Those micronutrients will boost your energy and concentration levels, without making you feel bloated or guilty later.
Look back, and appreciate how far along you’ve come.
Whether you’ve gone from inexperienced student to intern, or worked your way to the top of the editorial ladder, chances are you’ve climbed where you are from a lower professional point. When you feel like you’re failing at your internship (or career), take a minute to appreciate the hard work that brought you where you are.
Apply small luxuries
Even though it’s hard on a salary of $0.00, it’s always nice when you show yourself how much you love you. I went for a massage at a student spa recently, and Wow! Definitely the best 12 pounds I’ve spent/ best single hour I’ve had since I’ve been in London. I went to work the next day feeling completely refreshed and ready to take on anything!
X-ercise
Alright, I know the spelling is off, but I thought you would all appreciate the catchy gimmick. Take a jog or go to the gym when you feel the work-load getting heavy. It’s easy to say you don’t have time to exercise, but it could actually increase your performance. The cardio will clear your mind and keep the stress at bay.
Well, if you find yourself having a tough day, I hope something here is useful. As always, feel free to chime in with your own comments/suggestions on coping with press stress. With a deadline approaching in two weeks, I could probably put them to good use!
Stay strong Edsters!
--Ed’s Intern #4
As deadlines approach and we find ourselves working under editors under pressure, it’s so easy for that stress to trickle on down the mast-head; especially when the intern at the bottom is fiercely out to prove they have what it takes to succeed in this industry.
I had my first serious encounter today, when I made a call to my editor’s house to deliver print-outs from the Art Department for approval. He’d been up all night editing, thanks to a feature disaster. A free-lancer turned in an important piece late, and apparently managed to massacre it. Because of the set-back, he didn’t even have time to travel across town to the office and was working from home. And, throughout our 15-minute meeting, his Blackberry was going off like a smoke alarm.
I left feeling so anxious and tense, simply from being around someone who was under so much stress. “Wow. If my life goes as planned, that will be me in 10 years,” I thought to myself.
So, fellow interns (and hey, you too editors!), I’m dedicating this post to remind you all to r-e-l-a-x. Here are five nifty things to remember during those anguishing times, when items on the day’s To-Do list seem to outnumber the minutes in the day.
Realize, no matter how much of a disaster it seems, the world is not ending!
When you’re focused on an obstacle, or how to overcome it rather, it’s easy to forget there’s still a world going on around you. Unless the cover story is reporting the apocalypse, you still have hope! Step out into the sunshine (or rain), and ponder your dilemma while taking a breath of fresh air. There is a solution, and it will come to you… eventually.
Eat something.
Though stress-eating is an obvious no-no, neglecting food because you’re stressed about work is just as bad! Take a short walk to a juice bar, or sandwich shop and grab a wholesome, healthy snack. Personal suggestion: go simple and summer; enjoy a fresh avocado or mango. Those micronutrients will boost your energy and concentration levels, without making you feel bloated or guilty later.
Look back, and appreciate how far along you’ve come.
Whether you’ve gone from inexperienced student to intern, or worked your way to the top of the editorial ladder, chances are you’ve climbed where you are from a lower professional point. When you feel like you’re failing at your internship (or career), take a minute to appreciate the hard work that brought you where you are.
Apply small luxuries
Even though it’s hard on a salary of $0.00, it’s always nice when you show yourself how much you love you. I went for a massage at a student spa recently, and Wow! Definitely the best 12 pounds I’ve spent/ best single hour I’ve had since I’ve been in London. I went to work the next day feeling completely refreshed and ready to take on anything!
X-ercise
Alright, I know the spelling is off, but I thought you would all appreciate the catchy gimmick. Take a jog or go to the gym when you feel the work-load getting heavy. It’s easy to say you don’t have time to exercise, but it could actually increase your performance. The cardio will clear your mind and keep the stress at bay.
Well, if you find yourself having a tough day, I hope something here is useful. As always, feel free to chime in with your own comments/suggestions on coping with press stress. With a deadline approaching in two weeks, I could probably put them to good use!
Stay strong Edsters!
--Ed’s Intern #4
Interns really ARE important...
During my many internships, past and present, I’ve had the opportunity to sit in on a quite a few editorial meetings. But when I say “sit”, that’s literally all I do. I, the measly little intern, sit in awe as the editors pitch feature ideas, plan photo shoots, and discuss upcoming fashion spreads.
But today’s editorial meeting was different. Rather than merely being a passive observer during the meeting, at many of which I feel somewhat lost and out of place, myself and my fellow interns got to contribute to the brainstorming session. In fact, this meeting was more like a focus group designated especially for us, where we got to pitch ideas for an upcoming issue, comment on trends, and give our opinions on an array of different topics.
Of course, there were plenty of editors in the meeting who will ultimately make the final call on what gets included in the magazine and what doesn’t. But just knowing that there was an entire brainstorming session devoted to us interns? Hmm…I guess maybe my opinion really does matter!
So, edsters, know that even if you think that we interns really aren’t important, well, we are. If it wasn’t for us, who’d send out issues, compile credits, fact-check information, and organize files and closets? The truth is, our editors need us just as much as we need them.
Anyone of you guys have an “I felt important” intern story? Share ‘em here!
--Ed’s Intern #1
But today’s editorial meeting was different. Rather than merely being a passive observer during the meeting, at many of which I feel somewhat lost and out of place, myself and my fellow interns got to contribute to the brainstorming session. In fact, this meeting was more like a focus group designated especially for us, where we got to pitch ideas for an upcoming issue, comment on trends, and give our opinions on an array of different topics.
Of course, there were plenty of editors in the meeting who will ultimately make the final call on what gets included in the magazine and what doesn’t. But just knowing that there was an entire brainstorming session devoted to us interns? Hmm…I guess maybe my opinion really does matter!
So, edsters, know that even if you think that we interns really aren’t important, well, we are. If it wasn’t for us, who’d send out issues, compile credits, fact-check information, and organize files and closets? The truth is, our editors need us just as much as we need them.
Anyone of you guys have an “I felt important” intern story? Share ‘em here!
--Ed’s Intern #1
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
A Change of Heart ... Too
Like one of my fellow EdIntern bloggers, I've had a semi-change of heart. As an art intern, I complete many of the same tasks which I complete for my art major at school. I'm constantly copying, scanning, photo-researching, and being generally busy as a beaver. I love art and I have an enormous appreciation for art as it relates to magazine editorial work. But ... I don't know if this is where I want to be.
Artists (specifically those who work in the magazine field) generally spend most, if not all, of their time at their computers. As an overachieving (underpaid) people person, I truly need to be in a more socially-driven profession. In the scheme of things, I'd love to be a creative director but I know that you have to pay your dues. I want the chance to handle the more managerial side of magazine design: scheduling/attending photoshoots, ordering prints, etc. But, like I said before, you MUST pay your dues. Unfortunately, my dues require my undivided attention to a computer screen for the next 5+ years. Goodie! (Note: my lack of enthusiasm for my imminent poor eyesight)
I feel like at this point in our lives we are supposed to be questioning everything we're doing. Right? I mean, I've had my mind set on this ONE specific position that I've never looked elsewhere for what the magazine world has to offer. I recently got a taste into what the life of a Special Projects coordinator does and I'm hooked. Working in 'Special Projects' gives you the chance to work on many different aspects of the magazines, especially if you magazine has many different special issues throughout the year (like Vogue's Age Issue or Time's 100 People of the Year). I wish I hadn't discovered this area so late or I would have definitely dabbled in it for this last summer. I'm graduating this upcoming year and I (hope) not to have any interning summers left. [Fingers crossed]
I encourage readers to look around. If you're wondering what that other fun-looking department in your magazine is like then you'll be wondering that for the rest of your life (or for at least the next couple of days, for sure!). Take the time to try it out or ask questions. Attend any meetings or seminars that you can! It's all about getting a well-rounded view of your magazine and then running with the department that makes you happiest.
How is everyone enjoying their internships? If you're not in an internship and currently looking for one, tell me about it. I want to hear about YOUR story. Give me the details, and I'll give you the down-low (or lowdown, whichever) on what you need to know to make it happen.
Total side note, I recently read Sloane Crosley's "I Was Told There'd Be Cake" -- HYSTERICAL! She is such a fantastic writer and if you get the chance, read it! (That is a huge plug for you, Sloane! Enjoy!) This is what the back of the book says,
"From accidentally despoiling an exhibit at the Museum of Natural History to siccing the cops on the wrong neighbor, Sloane Crosley can do no right, despite the best of intentions - or perhaps because of them. In a sharp, original storytelling style that confounds expectations at every turn, Crosley recounts her victories and catastrophes with an irresistible voice that is all her own, finding genuine insights in the most unpredictable places."
Until next time -- stay classy, Edsters.
Ed Intern No. 2
Artists (specifically those who work in the magazine field) generally spend most, if not all, of their time at their computers. As an overachieving (underpaid) people person, I truly need to be in a more socially-driven profession. In the scheme of things, I'd love to be a creative director but I know that you have to pay your dues. I want the chance to handle the more managerial side of magazine design: scheduling/attending photoshoots, ordering prints, etc. But, like I said before, you MUST pay your dues. Unfortunately, my dues require my undivided attention to a computer screen for the next 5+ years. Goodie! (Note: my lack of enthusiasm for my imminent poor eyesight)
I feel like at this point in our lives we are supposed to be questioning everything we're doing. Right? I mean, I've had my mind set on this ONE specific position that I've never looked elsewhere for what the magazine world has to offer. I recently got a taste into what the life of a Special Projects coordinator does and I'm hooked. Working in 'Special Projects' gives you the chance to work on many different aspects of the magazines, especially if you magazine has many different special issues throughout the year (like Vogue's Age Issue or Time's 100 People of the Year). I wish I hadn't discovered this area so late or I would have definitely dabbled in it for this last summer. I'm graduating this upcoming year and I (hope) not to have any interning summers left. [Fingers crossed]
I encourage readers to look around. If you're wondering what that other fun-looking department in your magazine is like then you'll be wondering that for the rest of your life (or for at least the next couple of days, for sure!). Take the time to try it out or ask questions. Attend any meetings or seminars that you can! It's all about getting a well-rounded view of your magazine and then running with the department that makes you happiest.
How is everyone enjoying their internships? If you're not in an internship and currently looking for one, tell me about it. I want to hear about YOUR story. Give me the details, and I'll give you the down-low (or lowdown, whichever) on what you need to know to make it happen.
Total side note, I recently read Sloane Crosley's "I Was Told There'd Be Cake" -- HYSTERICAL! She is such a fantastic writer and if you get the chance, read it! (That is a huge plug for you, Sloane! Enjoy!) This is what the back of the book says,
"From accidentally despoiling an exhibit at the Museum of Natural History to siccing the cops on the wrong neighbor, Sloane Crosley can do no right, despite the best of intentions - or perhaps because of them. In a sharp, original storytelling style that confounds expectations at every turn, Crosley recounts her victories and catastrophes with an irresistible voice that is all her own, finding genuine insights in the most unpredictable places."
Until next time -- stay classy, Edsters.
Ed Intern No. 2
An alarm clock's betrayal. Well... not really...
I don’t know about you, but I happen to be one of those people who simply cannot wake up in the morning. I just can’t. My body prefers that I stay up late and sleep in late, rather than fit in a decent eight hours before a busy intern workday.
That is why I require the use of five alarms to wake me up every morning. Yes, you read that right, five. I have one of those fabulous alarm clocks that you can set twice, as well as a cell phone (a.k.a. my one true love) whose alarm can be set up to three times. Each night before I go to sleep I set these two babies to five different times: 8:20, 8:30 and so on and so forth. And each morning, without fail, I turn each of those alarms off and fall back asleep, finally getting up at 9:15 to quickly shower and leave the house by 9:30.
Monday morning I awoke to greet the day after a peaceful slumber. I yawned and stretched, feeling as refreshed as can be. I then glanced up at my clock, only to be completely and utterly horrified. It wasn’t 8 a.m. It wasn’t even 9 a.m. No, it was 10: 27 on the dot.
I was already 27 minutes late for my internship, which is approximately 30 minutes away. That meant that I would arrive at least an hour late.
I was wholly baffled. How ever could this have happened? I had set my five beloved alarms. How could they have betrayed me so?
Well, turns out it was just one of those typical Ditzy Intern #3 incidents. I had set those alarms, all right… on a cell phone whose battery was about to die and on an alarm clock set to PM, rather than AM. Just one of those “Chicken of the Sea” situations that I can now look back on and laugh (while silently crying on the inside).
Luckily for me, I (a) showered the night before and (b) have great experience getting ready quickly. I merely pulled my hair in a bun, quickly got dressed, grabbed my make-up bag and a toothbrush and toothpaste, and ran to my car. I put my make-up on while driving to the office and sped to work. When I got there I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and went to my desk. I explained what had happened to my editor and thankfully, all was forgiven (though presumably mocked, as well).
--Ed’s Intern #3
That is why I require the use of five alarms to wake me up every morning. Yes, you read that right, five. I have one of those fabulous alarm clocks that you can set twice, as well as a cell phone (a.k.a. my one true love) whose alarm can be set up to three times. Each night before I go to sleep I set these two babies to five different times: 8:20, 8:30 and so on and so forth. And each morning, without fail, I turn each of those alarms off and fall back asleep, finally getting up at 9:15 to quickly shower and leave the house by 9:30.
Monday morning I awoke to greet the day after a peaceful slumber. I yawned and stretched, feeling as refreshed as can be. I then glanced up at my clock, only to be completely and utterly horrified. It wasn’t 8 a.m. It wasn’t even 9 a.m. No, it was 10: 27 on the dot.
I was already 27 minutes late for my internship, which is approximately 30 minutes away. That meant that I would arrive at least an hour late.
I was wholly baffled. How ever could this have happened? I had set my five beloved alarms. How could they have betrayed me so?
Well, turns out it was just one of those typical Ditzy Intern #3 incidents. I had set those alarms, all right… on a cell phone whose battery was about to die and on an alarm clock set to PM, rather than AM. Just one of those “Chicken of the Sea” situations that I can now look back on and laugh (while silently crying on the inside).
Luckily for me, I (a) showered the night before and (b) have great experience getting ready quickly. I merely pulled my hair in a bun, quickly got dressed, grabbed my make-up bag and a toothbrush and toothpaste, and ran to my car. I put my make-up on while driving to the office and sped to work. When I got there I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and went to my desk. I explained what had happened to my editor and thankfully, all was forgiven (though presumably mocked, as well).
--Ed’s Intern #3
Monday, July 7, 2008
A change of heart?
Like many of you edsters out there, I always thought writing for a magazine was my destiny. I’ve had the passion and ambition since I was 12, but it wasn’t until college that I really got a jump start on my career with internships and college-paper experience. I’ve even recently amassed a large collection of mastheads from my favorite mags, tears of feature stories that I think are well-written, and clever heds and deks that I wish I could emulate in my own writing. Basically, I’m a magazine nerd.
And while I’m still convinced that I’m(almost) cut out for and wanting to work in the magazine industry, I’ve developed a strong liking for web editorial too since I’ve been interning at a website. Maybe it’s because I’m given real tasks like pitching and writing, as opposed to filing and photocopying. Maybe it’s because I’m treated like I’m on staff and am giving the same responsibilities as the editors and directors are given. And as opposed to my often having lots of downtime at the mag I’m working for, I’m almost always busy at the website, whether it be writing a quiz, doing some online shopping for the coolest new products, or reading top-notch fashion mags to find inspiration for pitches.
As someone who’s had plenty of internships but only one at a website, I find that the website environment as a whole is way more laid-back. Sure, the site is updated daily, so there are lots of tight deadlines to keep up with, and the pressure to think of new, innovative ideas almost daily can be daunting. But for some reason, the staff, at least at the site I’m working for, is way more down-to-earth and approachable than many magazine editors I’ve encountered, and the environment is a lot more fun and relaxed. Sorry, but it’s the truth.
Take it from me—I mean, I’m definitely no expert, but, fellow interns, I advise you to be open minded with your future career choices. I hope this doesn’t sound preachy or annoying and I apologize if I sound too much like a career counselor, or worse— your mother—but you, like me, could have a change of heart. And while my passion is ultimately in magazines, I realize now I’d be just as thrilled to work in the ever-expanding, always exciting world of the internet.
Anyone of you have similar experiences interning or working for a website? I’d love to hear your stories!
--Ed’s Intern #1
And while I’m still convinced that I’m(almost) cut out for and wanting to work in the magazine industry, I’ve developed a strong liking for web editorial too since I’ve been interning at a website. Maybe it’s because I’m given real tasks like pitching and writing, as opposed to filing and photocopying. Maybe it’s because I’m treated like I’m on staff and am giving the same responsibilities as the editors and directors are given. And as opposed to my often having lots of downtime at the mag I’m working for, I’m almost always busy at the website, whether it be writing a quiz, doing some online shopping for the coolest new products, or reading top-notch fashion mags to find inspiration for pitches.
As someone who’s had plenty of internships but only one at a website, I find that the website environment as a whole is way more laid-back. Sure, the site is updated daily, so there are lots of tight deadlines to keep up with, and the pressure to think of new, innovative ideas almost daily can be daunting. But for some reason, the staff, at least at the site I’m working for, is way more down-to-earth and approachable than many magazine editors I’ve encountered, and the environment is a lot more fun and relaxed. Sorry, but it’s the truth.
Take it from me—I mean, I’m definitely no expert, but, fellow interns, I advise you to be open minded with your future career choices. I hope this doesn’t sound preachy or annoying and I apologize if I sound too much like a career counselor, or worse— your mother—but you, like me, could have a change of heart. And while my passion is ultimately in magazines, I realize now I’d be just as thrilled to work in the ever-expanding, always exciting world of the internet.
Anyone of you have similar experiences interning or working for a website? I’d love to hear your stories!
--Ed’s Intern #1
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Postcard from the Palace
One fantastic part about interning abroad is that you stumble upon the most amazing things when doing the most mundane of tasks.
Last Friday (which happened to be July 4) my editor sent me on an errand to Victoria. Well, being the Blackberry Navigator and Tom-Tom-dependent gal that I am, I’ll admit, I’m scarcely literate when reading a map.
I took a wrong turn and, before I knew it, found myself amidst a crowd of people in a wide-open plaza.
And to my left: Buckingham Palace.
The gold-drizzled gates stretched across the lawn, lined with smiling tourists. Pressed against the bars, they snapped photos of the famous guards, who rhythmically circulated the entrance in tall caps and red jackets.
The mid-day sun beamed on the majestic Victoria Fountain, and the wings at the top glistened like a beacon; a resting place for sun-bathers, and others tossing coins for good luck.
British flags gently waved in the breeze, and trails of bright red geraniums embellished the perfectly-groomed royal grass; and in the background, against a flawless blue sky, the Eye of London rotated in the distance.
It was the loveliest thing I’ve ever stumbled upon by accident.
I sat on the fountain steps for a minute to absorb and admire the post-card scene around me. It felt so surreal to be sitting there, amongst all the tourists, with an undelivered package in hand.
Unfortunately, I still had to find the address.
So, I mentally waved good-bye to the beautiful palace, and promised to return for a proper visit before the end of my summer adventure.
As I headed down the steps, I saw a shiny penny on the ground. I reached to pick it up, and toss into the water for a wish.
Instead, I left it there.
I’m having a wonderful experience interning abroad, in an amazing city.
I didn’t know what else to ask for.
xx
--Ed’s Intern #4
Last Friday (which happened to be July 4) my editor sent me on an errand to Victoria. Well, being the Blackberry Navigator and Tom-Tom-dependent gal that I am, I’ll admit, I’m scarcely literate when reading a map.
I took a wrong turn and, before I knew it, found myself amidst a crowd of people in a wide-open plaza.
And to my left: Buckingham Palace.
The gold-drizzled gates stretched across the lawn, lined with smiling tourists. Pressed against the bars, they snapped photos of the famous guards, who rhythmically circulated the entrance in tall caps and red jackets.
The mid-day sun beamed on the majestic Victoria Fountain, and the wings at the top glistened like a beacon; a resting place for sun-bathers, and others tossing coins for good luck.
British flags gently waved in the breeze, and trails of bright red geraniums embellished the perfectly-groomed royal grass; and in the background, against a flawless blue sky, the Eye of London rotated in the distance.
It was the loveliest thing I’ve ever stumbled upon by accident.
I sat on the fountain steps for a minute to absorb and admire the post-card scene around me. It felt so surreal to be sitting there, amongst all the tourists, with an undelivered package in hand.
Unfortunately, I still had to find the address.
So, I mentally waved good-bye to the beautiful palace, and promised to return for a proper visit before the end of my summer adventure.
As I headed down the steps, I saw a shiny penny on the ground. I reached to pick it up, and toss into the water for a wish.
Instead, I left it there.
I’m having a wonderful experience interning abroad, in an amazing city.
I didn’t know what else to ask for.
xx
--Ed’s Intern #4
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Settled in and feeling oh-so-very comfy
After nearly two months at my internship, I’ve finally gotten to the point where I’m actually comfortable there. My first few weeks were spent in a constant state of neurosis—-freaking out over the most minute of details, constantly worrying if I was doing a good job or going to get the boot.
It’s just a relief to not obsess over that stuff anymore. Not to say that I’m doing an amazing job or that I don’t make mistakes, because I do. But now that I’ve gotten settled in, I’m not freaking out anymore. I know the routine of the office; I know about meetings, busy times, how to properly answer phones, and e-mail etiquette. I know what I should be working on if I do not receive a specific assignment from my editor. I just feel like I’m finally at that comfortable point where I’m confident and settled in.
Of course, I still am learning. I still need heavy edits on certain pieces. I’m still asking a million and one questions every day about every aspect of the magazine. But I think that’s actually a good thing. I don’t think my interest is annoying anyone; if anything, mag staffers want their interns to be interested in the production process, right?
It’s just really nice to finally be at this place. I’m a confident intern now. Even though this is my first internship and I still have so much left to learn (and I do mean so, so, so, so, so much!), I know that I’m at least doing a decent job.
Now if only I can feel as comfortable driving in Atlanta. I spend far too much time freaking out behind the wheel in this horrendous traffic. If you're in the greater ATL area and you spot a girl screaming while driving, oh, that's just me.
--Ed’s Intern #3
It’s just a relief to not obsess over that stuff anymore. Not to say that I’m doing an amazing job or that I don’t make mistakes, because I do. But now that I’ve gotten settled in, I’m not freaking out anymore. I know the routine of the office; I know about meetings, busy times, how to properly answer phones, and e-mail etiquette. I know what I should be working on if I do not receive a specific assignment from my editor. I just feel like I’m finally at that comfortable point where I’m confident and settled in.
Of course, I still am learning. I still need heavy edits on certain pieces. I’m still asking a million and one questions every day about every aspect of the magazine. But I think that’s actually a good thing. I don’t think my interest is annoying anyone; if anything, mag staffers want their interns to be interested in the production process, right?
It’s just really nice to finally be at this place. I’m a confident intern now. Even though this is my first internship and I still have so much left to learn (and I do mean so, so, so, so, so much!), I know that I’m at least doing a decent job.
Now if only I can feel as comfortable driving in Atlanta. I spend far too much time freaking out behind the wheel in this horrendous traffic. If you're in the greater ATL area and you spot a girl screaming while driving, oh, that's just me.
--Ed’s Intern #3
Thursday, July 3, 2008
An intern’s almost fairytale
Once upon a week in the editorial department, a London intern found herself with little to do. It’s been one of those slow weeks; the kind that comes right after a crazy one where you can barely take a lunch break. Eager to assist, in any way she could, to learn anything new she could about the fascinating process of magazine production, she moseyed into the photo department to see if help was needed.
And indeed it was.
With a two-week photo deadline, and a small staff, there was plenty for her to do. So she jumped in to assist the Photo Editor, and quickly picked up the basics: calling and e-mailing to request images, calling and e-mailing to chase images, scanning, converting to high resolution, labeling, organizing, and filing, writing credits, sending them to the art director.
After a few days of doing this, she was surprised at how naturally she picked up the task. The editors kept complimenting how well she was doing.
Then, it happened. The thing that every intern hopes for: a right-place, right-time, job opportunity.
Later in the week, she was told there was an opening in the department for an assistant photo editor, and asked if she was interested. She could work solely in photos beginning the next issue, on a part-time basis.
At first, she was speechless. She could feel her mind slip off into a daydream…
This was amazing, the opportunity to have a paying magazine job! Not exactly the department of her choice, but it was a start somewhere, right?
She could see herself doing a great job, and getting promoted to full-time after a few months; eventually getting hired within the editorial department, where she wanted to be; all the while, learning more and more about the magazine business with every issue that went to print.
But wait.
Wait a minute… she still had a year of school left, a fall internship that she was looking forward to, and she had always planned on interning in NY before she actually started looking for a job.
Though it would sound so glamorous to say she actually worked for a magazine, the timing just wasn’t right. She told them it was an honor to be considered, but that she would have to leave for school in August, as planned.
Of course, it was no big deal. As is usual with the magazine world, there were other people they could offer the position.
She wondered if it was out of convenience, or pure impression, that they considered her. Either way, she was flattered. Even though the timing wasn’t right, it gave her hope that she could get the perfect magazine job for her, eventually. When she was ready, one would be open, and waiting.
The End.
--Ed’s Intern #4
And indeed it was.
With a two-week photo deadline, and a small staff, there was plenty for her to do. So she jumped in to assist the Photo Editor, and quickly picked up the basics: calling and e-mailing to request images, calling and e-mailing to chase images, scanning, converting to high resolution, labeling, organizing, and filing, writing credits, sending them to the art director.
After a few days of doing this, she was surprised at how naturally she picked up the task. The editors kept complimenting how well she was doing.
Then, it happened. The thing that every intern hopes for: a right-place, right-time, job opportunity.
Later in the week, she was told there was an opening in the department for an assistant photo editor, and asked if she was interested. She could work solely in photos beginning the next issue, on a part-time basis.
At first, she was speechless. She could feel her mind slip off into a daydream…
This was amazing, the opportunity to have a paying magazine job! Not exactly the department of her choice, but it was a start somewhere, right?
She could see herself doing a great job, and getting promoted to full-time after a few months; eventually getting hired within the editorial department, where she wanted to be; all the while, learning more and more about the magazine business with every issue that went to print.
But wait.
Wait a minute… she still had a year of school left, a fall internship that she was looking forward to, and she had always planned on interning in NY before she actually started looking for a job.
Though it would sound so glamorous to say she actually worked for a magazine, the timing just wasn’t right. She told them it was an honor to be considered, but that she would have to leave for school in August, as planned.
Of course, it was no big deal. As is usual with the magazine world, there were other people they could offer the position.
She wondered if it was out of convenience, or pure impression, that they considered her. Either way, she was flattered. Even though the timing wasn’t right, it gave her hope that she could get the perfect magazine job for her, eventually. When she was ready, one would be open, and waiting.
The End.
--Ed’s Intern #4
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
A glimpse of the busy magazine world
Today, I got formally introduced into the magazine world. Well, maybe not formally. But my very busy editor "welcomed" me into the industry with a profusely gushy email thanking me for my hard day's work, ending the note with a "welcome to magazine life!:)". Same thing, right?
Yes, fellow interns, today was one of the busiest days of my intern experience. While my editor was out on a photo shoot for the upcoming issue, I, myself, the only intern in the department, mind you, had to help out on the in-house photo shoot that was taking place in the magazine's studio. Who schedules two photo shoots on the same day, for the same department, with the same editor needing to be in attendance at both? Uh-oh.
But that's where I come in. I had products to unpack for the shoot I was at. I had other products to ship to the shoot that my editor was at. I had products to call in for next week's shoots. I had to keep checking the mail room and pestering the poor messengers on if and when my products arrived.
All the while, I was corresponding with my editor via phone and e-mail on what needs to be done and what products have already arrived, updating her, diligently, almost every hour. And on top of all this, I still had lots of things to take care of for the other editor whom I work for. Yikes.
It was exhausting. I was basically a pseudo-editor for the day, doing a million things at once, while still maintaining my cool and appearing professional and at ease. Now I realize how stressful this industry really is!
But no matter how stressful, this whole ordeal confirmed something for me; the magazine world is where I belong. It's sappy, cliche, and totally cheesy but it really is true. If I were going to have any busy, stressful, hustle-bustle career, it'd definitely be that of an editor.
Have a happy holiday weekend, edsters!
--Ed's Intern # 1
Yes, fellow interns, today was one of the busiest days of my intern experience. While my editor was out on a photo shoot for the upcoming issue, I, myself, the only intern in the department, mind you, had to help out on the in-house photo shoot that was taking place in the magazine's studio. Who schedules two photo shoots on the same day, for the same department, with the same editor needing to be in attendance at both? Uh-oh.
But that's where I come in. I had products to unpack for the shoot I was at. I had other products to ship to the shoot that my editor was at. I had products to call in for next week's shoots. I had to keep checking the mail room and pestering the poor messengers on if and when my products arrived.
All the while, I was corresponding with my editor via phone and e-mail on what needs to be done and what products have already arrived, updating her, diligently, almost every hour. And on top of all this, I still had lots of things to take care of for the other editor whom I work for. Yikes.
It was exhausting. I was basically a pseudo-editor for the day, doing a million things at once, while still maintaining my cool and appearing professional and at ease. Now I realize how stressful this industry really is!
But no matter how stressful, this whole ordeal confirmed something for me; the magazine world is where I belong. It's sappy, cliche, and totally cheesy but it really is true. If I were going to have any busy, stressful, hustle-bustle career, it'd definitely be that of an editor.
Have a happy holiday weekend, edsters!
--Ed's Intern # 1
An intern's confession
One day, during my first week of my internship, I decided to succumb to my unpaid lifestyle and brought a can of soup with me to work. It was just a generic can of country vegetable soup (I had also decided to eat healthily). When lunch time came around, I made the soup in the swanky office kitchen (and believe me, the kitchen is bee-yoo-tee-ful). Once the soup was finished, I sat down to enjoy it.
But the soup was disgusting. Absolutely, wholly disgusting.
I decided to get rid of the gross soup and run downstairs to get a sandwich. Rather than throw the soup in the trash, I thought it would be wiser to get rid of it via garbage disposal.
So down, down, down into the disposal the soup and its gross chunks of veggies went. I turned on the water and flipped on the switch to the disposal…
It didn't work.
I tried it again; it still didn't work. I began running through the kitchen frantically hitting each switch, praying to the intern gods at least one of them operated the disposal. However, my prayers were unanswered.
I hovered over the sink and peered into the disposal at the soup. I couldn't just let it stay there; it would surely start to stink within moments. Everyone at the office knew I had brought soup (because I loudly proclaimed, "Well I'm a poor intern, I might as well eat like one," in a lame attempt at being witty) and would thereby know it was I who stunk up the kitchen.
It was then that I remembered that there is a button under disposals. Perhaps this might be the solution, I thought to myself. I got down on the floor, went halfway into the cupboard and under the sink. To my relief, I spotted a button immediately. I was saved! The intern gods had surely answered my prayer!
However, the button did nothing. I decided to scoop the gross soup out with a spoon and just throw it in the trash. I then left to go get a sandwich in the busy cafeteria.
When I got back to the office 20 minutes later, I walked into the kitchen, where I was greeted by three of my mag's staffers and two men from our building's custodial staff. The kitchen floor was completely covered in water.
"What happened?" I asked nervously. This was it, I thought. I'm about to be fired and I've only been here two days.
"We have no idea! We think it was the ice maker," one of the staffers said.
"But that makes no sense," another interrupted. "It looks like it came from the sink, not the ice maker. This is so weird."
I nervously walked away without saying anything. The custodians drained the kitchen and cleaned up the mess.
I have not touched the sink since.
—Ed’s Intern #3
But the soup was disgusting. Absolutely, wholly disgusting.
I decided to get rid of the gross soup and run downstairs to get a sandwich. Rather than throw the soup in the trash, I thought it would be wiser to get rid of it via garbage disposal.
So down, down, down into the disposal the soup and its gross chunks of veggies went. I turned on the water and flipped on the switch to the disposal…
It didn't work.
I tried it again; it still didn't work. I began running through the kitchen frantically hitting each switch, praying to the intern gods at least one of them operated the disposal. However, my prayers were unanswered.
I hovered over the sink and peered into the disposal at the soup. I couldn't just let it stay there; it would surely start to stink within moments. Everyone at the office knew I had brought soup (because I loudly proclaimed, "Well I'm a poor intern, I might as well eat like one," in a lame attempt at being witty) and would thereby know it was I who stunk up the kitchen.
It was then that I remembered that there is a button under disposals. Perhaps this might be the solution, I thought to myself. I got down on the floor, went halfway into the cupboard and under the sink. To my relief, I spotted a button immediately. I was saved! The intern gods had surely answered my prayer!
However, the button did nothing. I decided to scoop the gross soup out with a spoon and just throw it in the trash. I then left to go get a sandwich in the busy cafeteria.
When I got back to the office 20 minutes later, I walked into the kitchen, where I was greeted by three of my mag's staffers and two men from our building's custodial staff. The kitchen floor was completely covered in water.
"What happened?" I asked nervously. This was it, I thought. I'm about to be fired and I've only been here two days.
"We have no idea! We think it was the ice maker," one of the staffers said.
"But that makes no sense," another interrupted. "It looks like it came from the sink, not the ice maker. This is so weird."
I nervously walked away without saying anything. The custodians drained the kitchen and cleaned up the mess.
I have not touched the sink since.
—Ed’s Intern #3
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