The little intern that could…or was at least trying

April 10, 2008

I was reluctant to go for my evening run last night. I was tired from a long day at my internship and distracted by my loving animals who were vying for attention. I needed some motivation. After reflecting on the chocolate bunny ears I munched on at lunch and thinking about the warm Spring weather breezing in, I finally gave in. It felt good once I got going and my new downloads were certainly a great help.

So how important is it to be motivated? Well, as far as exercise is concerned – it’s everything. But I’ve recently been reminded of its importance in the workplace. You see, last week I started my internship. It’s that hands on, real-life experience that soon-to-be grads get to embark on, with no guarantee of pay, invigorating duties or sense of worth. Now, don’t let my negativity fool you. It has been good so far, but what I have come to realize is that in the absence of pay, you can’t help, but question – how am I being motivated?

I am a fairly busy person – busy by choice. I need to be immersed in many “things to do” and get gratitude through completing tasks well and efficiently. Leading up to this internship I was anxious to say the least. Following an exceptional client project (thanks to the communications department at Toronto East General Hospital), I felt ready to be of some value to a new organization.

Then the word “intern” came along.

As my soon-to-be father-in-law explained to me last week: “Karin, as long as that word is there before your name, you may never be looked at as valuable to some companies – regardless if you know what you’re doing.”  This is a bit of a disapointment, both as an eager learner and to companies who are willing to pass up on extra workers.

Well…where’s the motivation now?

So here I am, doing medial tasks and “paying my dues” that unfortunately don’t have a lot to do with communication or PR.  I’ve already been promised experience in writing and editing, to name a few, and I am optimistic that I will gain a lot of experience with this organization and hopefully benefit it at the same time, but I need a lot more. I need to be fulfilled, challenged and inspired. Not just now, but in any job. Internships are a great place to be exposed to your industry of choice and I am now realizing that for better or for worse I’ll learn to know what I will and will not accept in future jobs.

I’d love to hear your internship stories – good or bad!

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  • 1. Sarah  |  April 11, 2008 at 2:23 pm

    Having just finished my internship (um, in September actually. Where does the time go?) I can definitely relate to what you’re going through.

    I do have to say however, that my experience was great. I’ll admit that things looked bleak at the beginning… staring at a blank computer screen, wishing I could get someone a coffee… but after a few weeks I felt like an integral part of the organization.

    I wouldn’t trade my internship experience for anything, but I am very familiar with the feelings of listlessness that can come up. You’ll find that in a short time you’ve become indespensible.

    So keep your head up and do the best work you can do so that people take notice. Oh, and go get me a coffee.

    -Sarah

  • 2. Emily  |  April 23, 2008 at 5:36 pm

    Miss Karin,

    Congrats on the internship! You’re so right – motivation is extremely hard to come by when there is no guaranteed pay and no guaranteed satisfaction. That alarm clock goes off and you wonder “why am I even doing this?”…

    Sadly, I agree with your future father in law; pariticipating in an organization as an intern is risky business, and you might not get the credit you’re seeking. However, being an intern is 1) a great way to learn, and 2) shows dedication and commitment to your chosen field. Reminding yourself of those two important factors is crucial to battling those first few “why do I even bother” thoughts in the morning.

    When I moved to NY to do my internship with the UN, I didn’t come close to fathoming the sheer frustration that confronted me on several occasions. I was pushing paper, getting coffee…

    But a few weeks in, I was editing concept and thematic papers that some very well-respected names (Albright, anyone?) were submitting for press…this of course, was after I finished cleaning up after the board meeting, and grabbing coffees for the directors.

    And then a few more weeks in, between (you guessed it!) fetching coffee and opening mail, I was contributing a line or two to some of our press releases. I was making the effort to make myself needed, not because I wanted to impress anyone, but because I wanted to take part and make a difference.

    And then..the unthinkable happened…the Commission’s Communications Director let me write a whole paragraph that was published in Time Magazine.

    In all of this though, there was rarely a “thank you”, and certainly never any credit to my name for writing. But I made them need me!

    No pay.

    No gratitude.

    No chance of promotion or getting hired on, and I knew this in teh beginning. For some reason, I tricked myself into believing I’d be okay with it!

    The good? By the end of it, I think each of the Commission’s Directors might have known my name (well, at least one because I was most definitely walking out of there with a terrific reference!). I got to live in New York. I networked the shit out of the city and the UN. I got to work with an organization that I believed in, and participated in work I had a passion for.

    And my GOSH, to me, it looks really pretty on my resume. If someone else notices, great. If they don’t, I still get to look at it and remember the things I learned, and will always have that great story to tell about the ‘time I interned at the UN’. It doesn’t matter to anyone really…just me. I think fondly of my coffee fetching, cleaning lady days…and even more fondly of the times I got to make fun of my boss (in my head) for her grammatical errors.

    And each morning, walking into that building knowing to me, it was worth it.

    If you love it, get out of bed and do it. Make it about you: what does it mean to you? Is it important to you? Do you live for it?

    Then it’s worth it.

  • 3. Emily  |  April 23, 2008 at 5:39 pm

    And apparently my editing skills have gone down the drain…mind the typos! Miss you Karin…xo

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