So. Just to clarify on how the internship is going thus far, since people seem to be curious. It's nothing earth shattering, but then, I haven't exactly been expecting that. It's funny, because when I tell people I'm interning for the Spokane Symphony, even people who have absolutely no interest in classical music whatsoever, they get very excited. Far more excited than I am. Well, in defense of the ones who have no interest in classical music whatsoever, I think the assumption often is that "internship" with the symphony means I'm "playing" in the symphony. Even music majors don't seem to have a very solid grasp on the fact that the symphony isn't just a group of extreme music nerds but a non-profit arts organization, the biggest in Spokane if I remember correctly, and like any organization a large part of what actually happens goes on behind the scenes. The musicians don't just magically organize rehearsals with guest artists and appear on stage autonomously.
So, everyone gets really excited and then asks "so, what will you do?" *blink* It seems somewhat illogical to me to be really excited about somebody's unpaid occupation without knowing what it is, but I guess I understand. I mean, it sounds all prestigious and grand. The ridiculous part though is, I don't even know! And I've spent a good seven hours at their offices now. But I usually give some vague reply about marketing and operations and music libraries and hope that somewhere in the jargon they'll get confused and smile and nod and stop asking questions. Before I go any further, I want to make it clear, this internship is a great fit for me. Even if I end up learning absolutely nothing at all, it will look excellent on my resume, and it will be better than learning nothing at all somewhere else. And I think I will learn something, it's just not getting off to a grand start.
My supervisor seemed eager to meet me and get me started, which was encouraging. I had been a little surprised at how quickly she had given me the internship, but I attributed this to the fact that I had been so proactive about it, and I found out that I was right on that score. I went in on Monday and was disconcerted to find that she hadn't even looked at my resume. I mean, she didn't even know what my major was, obviously hadn't read my carefully prepared cover letter, and hadn't remembered her earlier promise that I would also be able to meet with the operations department. I was a little disappointed, but not particularly hurt. I mean, I'm a whiny college student and she has a job to do. I don't exactly expect to be spoonfed. And I figured that marketing would be more versatile than operations, although I don't know that I'm particularly suited for it. She then explained her big vision for my time with them. Social networking. Yes, three of my five major goals would consist of facebook, myspace, and twitter. I nodded politely, unwilling to put my oar in so early in our relationship but thinking all the time at the back of my mind that THAT is going to change. Basically she sees me as a pool of knowledge for this new world of the internet that she is not very versed in. I don't mind that, and am happy to help them. But I'm not going to learn anything sitting and updating their facebook page. Unfortunately that's about all I've done the three days I've been there.
I have a small cubicle in an area on the mezzanine level with particularly hideous red shag carpet. I've found our initial few meetings to be particularly unhelpful and concise. I've pretty much had to fend for myself. By exploring the computer drives and past emails I've been able to learn a bit about important little details like parking passes for interns, how to use the network and where past interns have left off. If they really were as unmotivated as it seems, I think my supervisor has another thing coming, because I WILL NOT be shoved into a back corner to mess about on instant messaging while pretending to learn about marketing by sending invitations to all my friends about the symphony facebook group. Seriously. I can't really figure out what else the interns have been doing, unless it's clipping news articles (the work study student they currently have, Justin, takes care of that right now) and making gift certificates for auctions (I did that on Monday). I think the danger is that she will treat me like a work study student, but I'm not getting any compensation for this, so it's not a matter of picking up odd jobs that nobody else can get around to. I'm here to learn about arts management dang it.
ANYHOW, Wednesday I met a few other people who work for the symphony, but not to the extent that I would remember any of their names. I wonder what they think of me. The weird blonde girl who's doing an internship for free and stays secluded in the corner while goofing off on facebook. Criminy. My supervisor made a point of telling everyone that I was Jane's niece, which was fine, but felt awkward. The best part of that day was the most wonderfully awkward moment when I left. There's a law office adjacent to the symphony's marketing offices. I was waiting by the elevator to go to the lobby when I heard someone call out "see ya!" I turned around, a bit surprised because I didn't recognize him, but I figured I had met a lot of people in a 30 second time span so it was probably a symphony employee. "Oh! See ya?" I timidly offered, only to realize just after the words had left my mouth that it was an employee of the law office saying goodbye to the receptionist on his way out. He smiled at me, realizing my mistake, and we silently waited for the elevator. "So, how are you?" he asked out of nowhere. I gave the usual response, trying not to smile. The elevator came. We both entered it. I was trying very hard not to laugh. Luckily a third person entered and we were allowed to be silent. It was deliciously awkward. I don't think I've ever had such a backwards conversation before.
So today I was expecting a formal meeting with my supervisor as well as briefing on what I would be doing at the concert this weekend. I was again disappointed, because all she said was that they might need some ushers and Justin and I might have to fill in. Great. Just what I want. To stand around with a bunch of older women in an unflattering vest while handing out programs to Rockwood Manor residents. I hope nobody I know shows up. At least I finally got to meet the mysterious Justin, a fellow Whitworth student who transferred from California last semester. He's a comm major who for some reason got a work study job with the symphony even though he professes that he didn't know anything about classical music before he took the job. It was a little awkward though, because he was doing legitimate (if boring) work while I was wondering what else of merit I could do on facebook. At one point he came out and asked me what I was doing for the symphony's facebook page, and I gave a vague reply about events, knowing full well that it takes about half an hour at most to update events. Yeesh. Still, he was very nice and at least I had a human being to talk to instead of the odd unsupervision I've experienced the past couple days.
I will be meeting with Brent on Monday to draw up some specific goals, that I hope to have the guts to press for when I meet with my supervisor that afternoon. I've already forced myself to ask about possibly attending a meeting (small battles, baby steps), to which I was given the reply that there usually weren't meetings after 2:00. Well, I get that, but how the heck am I supposed to know WHEN I should be there if nobody tells me!? I might be going to a press conference on Tuesday, which could be mildly uninteresting if I'm lucky, but I want to be actively DOING or LEARNING something. I mean, I get that I won't be handed a lot of particularly skilled work and I also get that a lot of the work is mundane stuff like filing and answering phones. It's a symphony office, not the CIA. But I could at least shadow someone, or find out how they track their attendance, or target their marketing, or what specific departments do, or how they plan marketing campaigns, or... something. When I left today my supervisor said she'd like to help me so that I wasn't floundering around on my own. Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but strangely enough I resent it a little. Anyhow, I know it's all very outrageous and shocking and that I should have been receiving more help from the get go blah, blah, blah, blah, but I'd rather that you didn't worry about it. Like I said, it's a symphony office. It's not like anything particularly exciting is going on there. But, these are the people that make it possible for classical music to be performed live. It may be a boring job, but it's important to me nonetheless. I think I can stomach the tedium knowing that at least somebody is getting a good concert out of the deal. Because I'm that pathetic. Cheers.
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In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing. Afterward they are no longer able to move, and they sleep during the six months of their digestion."
I showed the grown-ups my masterpiece, and I asked them if my drawing scared them.
The grown-ups advised me to put away my drawings of boa constrictors, outside or inside, and apply myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why I abandoned, at the age of six, a magnificent career as an artist. I had been discouraged by the failure of my drawing Number One and of my drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over again.
