I am just finishing up my last week at my internship, in the marketing/communications department at Spunout.ie. Spunout.ie is a website that promotes healthy living and encourages Irish youths to get involved with political and social change. I love my job. I can wear jeans to work, my co-workers and I frequently attend happy hour, and this is the view from my desk.
Not to mention, my boss is a 23-year-old ex-soccer player who has big plans for the future of Spunout. I’ve been lucky enough to work on a variety of projects; I am never doing the same thing day-to-day! I have designed communications plans and presented them to the office, run several social media accounts, written editorial pieces, and am currently drafting a commercial for Spunout. I am shocked by the amount of flexibility and responsibility they have given me – I am only an intern. They seem to value interns more than some U.S. companies do. They were appalled to learn that some firms make their interns fetch coffee and photocopy hundreds of documents. Luckily, my boss gives me a lot of flexibility in my job. He always tells me to choose things that I would want to read about, things that would grab my attention, because if I wouldn’t like it, who else will?
This weekend I am traveling to Galway and the Cliffs of Moher to explore the area. We have only been to major cities so far, so it will be exciting to see the famously beautiful Irish countryside and all it has to offer. I will be staying in my first hostel. I called to make sure they have a hairdryer and running water. The woman honestly laughed at me over the phone; apparently these are standard in hostels. She also informed me that I booked a nine-person mixed suite, meaning there will be eight other random people in my room, both male and female, who have to put up with me. Good luck to whomever I will be sharing a room with: I can be quite high-maintenance and have a tendency to complain and stay out too late!