It’s a well known fact that interns are generally the bitches of the office. Like the ‘fresh meat’ in a gaol of hardened prisoners, they are forced to do unholy, godless acts. They make countless cups of coffee, run errands, mindlessly plug in data – all in the hope of not being stabbed in the kidneys with a rusty screwdriver, or worse, not having a graduate job when leaving uni. And this was what I expected on my first day of work experience at Naked.
However, as soon as I was led through the secret bookshelf in the conference room and saw the bar stocked with alcohol, my paradigm quickly shifted. You guys get smashed at work? Awesome. But no one ever did get smashed (during working hours anyway). And I quickly learned that this was because everyone was on top of their game, that they all loved their jobs and wanted to be there. Before long, I started to feel the same way, and stopped sneaking hits of whiskey under the bar.
My first bit of work was with the Ideas Pillar, where I decided to stay for the rest of my internship. There, I was assigned real, creative work to do, like coming up with names for sausages or brainstorming reality television show concepts. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I was making a difference in the world. Something else that I became aware of while working at Naked was the vast amount of work constantly going on, the undying momentum of the agency. There is that strong sense of ‘there’s always something else to do’, and being surrounded by it, I felt motivated and inspired. It was in this way that I spent the rest of my time; working hard but creatively, with cool, motivated people in a positive environment.
And then Friday night came. And everyone finally did get smashed. Especially the partners. But it was ok, because on Monday, the office regained its momentum and continued as if nothing had happened.
I have always had a fear that I’d find myself in a job I hated, in a boring environment, with unfriendly people. But interning at Naked has given me hope that this does not have to be the case. Even if they don’t offer me a job afterwards...
...but seriously, those bastards better offer me a job. - Gavin, the Intern
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