So, I survived Tuesday, even though I was ridiculously melodramatic in that last post I made. But yeah, definitely ticked off a few clients as I asked them to repeat their names multiple times, sometimes spell them, but seriously- there are some ridiculously strong accents out there, and when they speak fast or mumble or the phone gets scratch, it’s kind of impossible for me to catch on to what they are saying- especially when I have no idea who they are to begin with, considering my new status as intern with the company. However, I did survive the day, even had a run-in with Michael-the-Angry in which he swore profusely and then demanded to know why there was a television on the board room table blocking the vision of his beautiful flowers. However, when I proceeded to tell him there’d been a meeting the following day and was to be another one this afternoon, he merely cut me off with “I don’t give a f---”. Lovely man. Last time I answer his questions for him. So, I grabbed a small table, put it in the corner of the room, dusted it off and cleaned it up, and then migrated the television to the table so the flowers could once again be the spotlight of the boardroom. Who knows if Michael was happy, but I didn’t get yelled at again, so I guess I was efficient and productive enough with my course of action.
It is funny, though, because people kept coming up to me and asking questions, as if I actually knew what I was doing as I sat behind that desk. I guess I looked smart or something. But, regardless of my above complaining and whatnot, I did manage to figure out most things, including the decrepit computer’s passwords and basic functioning abilities, which I have to admit made me feel vey proud. Among answering the phone and menial tasks such as stacking books onto shelves, I had to answer a lot of emails that came through (so much potential for disaster), sorted the hard mail (really confusing cause I had to put assistants and agents together and it’s just so unknown to me), figured out fan mail, accounting, wrong mail, etc. So, I finished up the day with some other menial tasks while working at the reception desk (although I did get to do some reading and laugh at 2 clients as they smacked each other with cricket paddles), and then gratefully escaped into the beauty (well, overcast/rain) of Covent Garden, back to the Tube, and back home. It was internship class night, so we consumed some delicious food (definitely need to cut back on the food consumption on this end), went to class, and then I hit the gym as usual for my Tuesday evenings.
Wednesday, I was relieved from my post at the front, as the normal receptionist returned. Yahoo! I did a bit of reading in the morning, and then set out on some errands to a Bindery to get a quote on some massive ledgers that were ridiculously heavy to tote around. However, I accomplished the task, returned in time for slush Lunch (in which we were given free lunch in return for staying in during lunch and reading through unsolicited manuscripts). After the lunch, I spent the rest of the afternoon in a slightly more peaceful atmosphere than the previous two days with some reading and write-ups on what I read for one of the other girls in the agency. Fun fun. I finished the night up with Wicked with Vivian, which was just as good the third time! I love that show!
Thursday, equally gloomy as the rest of the week, was met with further reading (and being told that I was far too efficient) and a manuscript from Laura to spend some time on and devise a small synopsis as I read through it. I love those tasks- the reading is super fun, but it’s really nice being able to do write-ups, even letters to clients, on the side, just to keep my writing skills in tact. And, so far, I’ve received good feedback and compliments on my work, so I feel like I’m doing what I’m supposed to do, if not working a little too fast for them to continue giving me stuff to do. Oh well. It allows for me to spend some time like today, when I take a break from the reading and work on my blog or my own writing on the sly. I got a chapter and a half written Wednesday when I didn’t have much of anything to do in the morning. So, Thursday was full of reading, the evening was relaxing enough with a group dinner at a nice pub.
Friday- the day I was looking forward to- my half day! Well, not really a half-day, cause I had to work the entire day ,but everyone else in the office was leaving at 1 for their summer party, so there wasn’t the stress of Michael stomping around like a rabid dinosaur. I spent the morning doing a bit of reading, before Michael pulled me aside and we had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: walking back to my desk with some magazines for the agents
Michael: (very rushed) Put those down! I have something for you to do!”
Me: “Okay.” (I look around to put the magazines down somewhere)
Michael: “Put those down! Put them down- down! Anywhere. Good. I love you. Okay, darling, darling, I need you to-”
He proceeds to give me 60 pounds in cash and then rattles off an address and a place for me to go and pick up a catalogue for him , then makes me repeat the address multiple times, as though I were an idiot.
Michael: “How many fingers do you have? Without thumbs?”
Me: “…8. Like the address. 8 King’s Road.”
Michael: “Good, good darling. I love you, I love you. Now go- go, go!”
Seriously… ridiculous man. I’m pretty sure he’s bipolar, but, regardless, I braved the rain, grabbed a cabbie who was very talkative, got the catalogue without having to pay for it (I just acted important- hopefully Michael appreciated that), and then returned in time to say goodbye to everyone and then devour my free lunch while I manned the phones at reception. Zoe, the other intern, manned the other main desk for the talent part of the agency, and it was a pretty quiet afternoon, in which I answered phones, watched tv shows, and then went out with Zoe for a few drinks and some pub-hopping to make for a very fun, relaxed evening. I can’t help but feel that I’ve been a bit antisocial, but hey, it’s nice hanging out with some other people outside of the house group from time to time. So, I made the midnight tube, got a great night’s sleep after a fun night, and then spent Saturday in Camden doing some souvenir shopping (I had a great fajita burrito thing), got some starbucks with Vivan and introduced her to the best drink in the world (Mango passion fruit), relaxed a bit that afternoon before hitting the gym (and realizing I have some sort of pseudo-shin splint that’s putting me in excruciating pain), and then got ready for the evening out. We all got dressed up (python dress, so fun!) and went to a dinner cabaret club called Circus. We had the surprise of of girl who palnned it forgetting to tell us it was ridiculous expensive and a set menu, but the food was good, the show was amusing, if not short, and it was nice being out with the house members again, so I can’t complain. Viv and I are looking into finding an actual cabaret/burlesque club for a fun evening before we leave, though.
Sunday was nice- I got to sleep in, felt well rested, and then proceeded to spend the day being lazy and watching shows running errands (well walking errands, because I could barely walk with my leg), grabbed dinner with a few girls in the house, where they messed up my meal so I got a free dessert for being accepting and eating what they mistakenly made for me, and then had a relaxing evening of reading before making it into bed before midnight. Perfect!
So, again I apologize for a complete lack of pictures. I'm going to input a bunch when I get back to the house and can steal them off facebook... just like I said last week. I need to hop to that.
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