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My Summer Internship: Week 1

Time for a little life update, rant, and probably sappy post-- so get ready for it. In case you missed it or aren't friends with me on literally any social media platform (follow me @sierramckinzy) I finally got a summer internship. It was a verrrry long process, one that put a lot of stress in my head and miles on my car-- but we won't get into that. I'm currently in my first week interning at Ascendum in Blue Ash, OH. I've been here for five days, but in that time I have learned many lessons, so I thought I'd share.

1. Commuting to work SUCKS. 

I have an hour drive to work, and back from work, in a city that is FULL of traffic-- especially at rush hour which is conveniently the time I go in and leave. I love this job, but I will not miss this drive every day. Especially because an hour drive means I have to get up an hour earlier than I would normally.

2. Making work friends is hard

I would consider myself a pretty outgoing person once you get to know me, but at first I'm actually pretty shy. This is not good for someone who comes into an office full of 40-year-olds, who have been here for years and already have work friends. It also doesn't help that I look like I'm 11-years-old and no one wants to be friends with an infant.

3. I have a love-hate relationship with desk jobs.

This one was a tough realization as I'm entering the business field which a large majority of it consists of desk jobs, but I just pray that I can find one that isn't. It's no secret that I love to sit, I didn't get this body by constantly moving. But, sitting for NINE HOURS A DAY is too much, even for this couch potato. My Fitbit is literally begging me to move at all. The only action it sees are my walks to the bathroom every hour. I do love my cubicle, though, surprisingly homey.

4. There are just some things a textbook can't teach you.

Like I said, I've only been here for a week but I've already learned so much about Marketing and Social Media that you just can't learn in a classroom. It's exciting, too, because I'm actually really enjoying the work I'm doing (which means I didn't pick the wrong field, go me!)

5. I miss summer breaks.

The experience I'm getting here (and the money) is just something you can't beat, but I have to admit I miss laying by the pool, or in bed....or on the couch, all day long. It hit me that this is what growing up is like and I can't say that was a thrilling realization.

Okay, that's enough about my life for now. I'll update you in a couple of weeks if anything changes. Overall, I'm completely content with this job and my journey getting here, so I can't really complain too much. Also, please enjoy this meme because I've found it's painfully accurate.


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