2200 word essay = Introduction + Body + Conclusion
= What + The + Fuck
= L + O + L
I’m going to be doing an outline James Sharpe style, the brutally honest, down-to-earth, non brownnosing opinion of which will fully incorporate vulgarity and various colourful metaphors. So here we go, my sincerest apologies to my Writcomm lecturers. We were never close but we shared some very painful semesters together, for both parties.
- I will be one of the first to admit that I was one of the students that feared attachment the most
- My initial fears were thus:
- That my experiences were not enough for myself to hold my own in the real world
- That I was simply not cut out for the white collar lifestyle
- That I would fail miserably as a result of my ways which have been described as ‘eccentric’ or ‘quirky’ by past teachers.
- I feel that upon first meeting with my supervisor that I made a bloody good impression
- I was eloquent
- I looked pretty damn professional
- I’d done my research. What else do you want, seriously?
- My first day at work went pretty smoothly for the first two hours.
- Most people would consider not doing any work a dream job
- However, seeing as I was going to be graded by the quality of the work, I foresaw a tragic ending
- Besides, sitting in front of a desk for nine straight hours was completely going to waste on cuteoverload.com
- From that first day on, I shed my identity as a student and was now officially an intern.
- I figured that adapting to a new environment would be no problem
- I’ve faced so many changes in my life that I thought this was going to be a piece of cake
- Imagine my surprise when a majority of my beloved colleagues would be Chinese speaking Chinese and some were downright rude to me upon my arrival.
- Being the bright sunshiny optimist that I am however, decided to put all this down to something I could cope with. I mean, I survived Mass Comm, right?
- Coming from the depths of chaotic deadline central – or what we call a normal polytechnic experience, I definitely held my own in the office.
- Sure, it was a little hard dealing with a computer that was from the medieval age of technology. But I sacrified a little shoulder strain for being the shining example of a bloody great intern.
- However, Due to the strict nature of my company’s corporate identity, one will find that most Sennheiser promotional materials will consist of three things;
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- ‘The Blue Room’
- The logo (on dark backgrounds it is WHITE, on light backgrounds it is BLUE and god forbid if you should EVER MAKE A MISTAKE)
- The main element (a PRODUCT or a picture of a person USING THE PRODUCT)
- I feel like this was the only reason I could ever pass as a designer in the company. I almost feel guilty about the whole experience simply because I was a glorified monkey that could control a mouse to shuffle things around on a page. (As time went by I know this isn’t true. I learnt all about bleeds and how useless people born in the late 70’s are when it comes to computers and how they should be scared of the IT Generation because we are gonna be so freaking kickass, if you really think about it).
- In my real report, this is the part where I tell you about what I could have done better, but I’m not gonna waste time on that here.
- Sure, maybe I could have been more sociable but tell me, how hard is that when the girls are practically walled up in their own private clique barrier and the guys usually drive out to lunch? I wasn’t going to forsake basic work etiquette just to be accepted by the office.
- Let me just tell you, it is very uncomfortable for being the new girl to be in an environment where most of the workers aren’t speaking in a language you understand.
- It is uncomfortable for anybody in my position and I just think that perhaps they could try talking in English (THE LANGUAGE OF BUSINESS). It just feels weird for the whole marketing department talking in front of me in Chinese and then turning to me and telling me what to do in English. I’m sure it would be just the same if a Chinese chap were to find himself in a mainly Malay office and find most of the workers talking to each other in Malay. It’s the exact same thing.
- In short, i didn’t enjoy the attachment. In future, Ngee Ann would perhaps like to look for students who are more likely to be male, Chinese and highly adept in the art politely interrupting conversations with their on contribution. I guess the right term would be kepo.
Hey not bad! I guess I can write this essay in no time at all.
Some of you may question that perhaps I’m a little biased in my opinion of this workplace. Sure, but let me tell you a small anecdote about my supervisor.
On the day of the meeting with my Liaison Officer, he sat me down before the meeting for a little feedback. I felt that it would be best to be honest and tactfully I said, “Well it’s been pretty smooth. Maybe at first there were a few problems because I was knew. maybe you didn’t know me and didn’t know how to word what you wanted and maybe I hadn’t gained a foothold yet.”
My supervisor interrupted me and said, ” Well I feel you should learn to communicate better with us. The girls are busy so maybe they don’t have time to tell you what to do.”
I just shut up then because I sense a defensiveness in his aura and that he was trying to say something just for the sake of saying something.What’s the point? I floundered about for a bit but there’s no use trying to debate with an idiot, they just bring you down to their level.
Let me tell you upper management guys something; If you ever have found yourself too busy to delegate something to the people below you or us lowly interns, you obviously have not learnt how to have the qualities that got you that job in the first place. You delegate and communicate of which may I emphasise are the only two things you have to remember.
Also, it is better to get a fresh perspective from someone new in the office. It’s not sacrilegious because all this while you’ve been working with people you control the bonuses of. To me, it is better to hear all opinions and take it with a grain of salt.
I think I’ve been the only honest voice in that place since yesteryear, and there has been another intern there with me so I do have a yardstick to judge by.
Well to the people who managed to read this whole chunk, I congratulate you. I hope your experieces were better or will be better, but for me it’s pretty sealed the deal on my opinions of The Real World. It’s pretty rubbish.
