All in all, not a bad first day at work
As I sat at home and enjoyed the breeze flowing through my window, I looked at my arms and thought, “Wow, I’m tan!” How many people can say that after their first day of work at a company housed in an office building?
I started my social media internship at BookRenter yesterday. Right after I opened the door, my boss Rebecca (the Community Manager) rushed me into a conference room for a webinar on Twitter’s promoted tweets and promoted accounts. We set up two campaigns and marveled over the analytics dashboard. I sloppily took notes on a borrowed notepad and felt like a student on the first day of school forgetting her pencil.
Next up were introductions. Everyone was super hilarious and welcoming. I immediately felt, “People here love working together!” The VP of Marketing asked me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I answered honestly, “I don’t know.” He laughed and said, “That’s a good answer. I still don’t know what I want to be!”
Now here’s where the tan comes in: Rachel (one of two PR/Corporate Communications interns), Whitney (PR), Rebecca, and I went out to a local Italian restaurant called B Street & Vine for a lunch/brainstorm session. We ordered four dishes of bruschetta with various toppings, from brie cheese and apple slices to gorgonzola and honey. I’d forgotten how difficult bruschetta was to eat (I’m already a sloppy eater), and I spilled toppings all over my plate as I loudly bit into my bread. Embarrassing moment #1: Check!
Around noon, the sun started beating down on our outdoor patio table. Made it a little tough to concentrate on brainstorming, but I was super thankful for the chance to catch a few rays. Stuck in dreary Oregon, I had been pale for way too long!
Whitney had scribbled all over the butcher paper underneath our plates and cut the section out, coffee stains and all, to bring back to the office.
It was time to actually get work done, and Rebecca gave me my first task: Turn the editorial calendar into a Gantt chart. Two problems: First, I only vaguely remembered what a Gantt chart was. Second, I abhor Excel with a passion. I tried to teach myself how to translate Gantt into Excel for an hour and failed. (Embarrassing moment #2: Check!) I finally asked Rebecca for help, and she sent me an example that made perfect sense. I set away plugging information into cells and playing with color-coding.
I wrapped up my day by taking my fresh bamboo plant out of its box, a gift Rebecca’s daughter had picked out. I still couldn’t believe I had my own cubicle; I felt so adult. I walked out of the office into a wall of heat and tanned even more at the Caltrain station where the trains were half an hour late.
A few more days like this and I should be looking pretty cool. Thanks, BookRenter!