Well, I started my internship on the June 19.

I was expecting to end after one week, however my editor, Gary Shipway, wanted me to stay until I go back to school.

I like to think I dazzled him with my enthusiasm for servitude, but I’m not sure.

He wanted to get a better look at how I work in the newsroom (I think) and I am extremely grateful for the opportunity.

I’m nearly finished with my internship and it has been fun, I’ve never relished so much work in my life.

There is always something to be done, meaning boredom is not an option.

When I first entered the building I couldn’t help but feel underwhelmed, not disappointed, only because I still had the Bowen Hills office in the back of my mind.

I know that sounds incredibly snobbish, but it was my initial reaction because I couldn’t help but compare everything to the ‘big office’.

It was when I sat down and got thrown into the work that I actually really started to love the atmosphere of the workplace.

They treated me like an equal, I got coffee for nobody, I didn’t have to collect mail, and I was never given work that wasn’t good enough for anyone else.

When I asked for help, I got help, and when I didn’t ask for help, they gave it to me anyway.

By no means do I have anything to compare this working experience to because all the other work I have ever done has been completely different, but this is by far the best.

There is not a doubt in my mind that this is what I want to do.

I appreciate that I haven’t worked for that long, and there is no guarantee that my next news room experience will compare to this, but I’ve been bitten by the bug and it’s all I want to do.

That and I had my own cubicle which was already more than I expected.

The highlight has been getting published in two of the newspapers that come out of this office.

I even got some by-lines, which to my understanding isn’t something all interns receive.

Some journos recounted their first by-lines and what it was like for them, in short it is a pretty validating feeling.

But it meant more having my work published at all.

The first thing I remember doing was a story about a woman with the creative glass guild of Queensland or something like that, anyway my interview with her was an absolute catastrophe. First off she was from an obscure Eastern European country, making it very difficult to understand what was said. You know that feeling you get when you are listening to someone, only to realize that you weren’t listening to them. That feeling of brainlessness, where you are trying to reach for what was said in your mind but you can’t grasp it because you were never actually listening.

So I’m holding the phone, dumbfounded, hoping she will repeat herself. Instead she asked: “would you like to send a list of questions through to me?”

I was so relieved, I didn’t have to ask anything, repeat anything, or elaborate on anything.

She did ask if I agreed with her though, agreed with what? So rather sheepishly I agreed to something, and she praised me for our shared opinion, and I was all like “I know right” and she was all “why don’t people see it that way?”

I made sure my mental ineptitude didn’t interfere with the rest of my work.

Besides that I have had a great time here.