In the beginning

Posted: July 8, 2011 in Memoirs of an Intern

Hello everyone! Welcome to my first entry of my memoirs. What you are about to read is me trying to be funny and entertaining. If I don’t pull it off, please don’t insult me or don’t make me feel bad. Just note in the comments section that I’m not funny and I will never try it again.

As all of you maybe know or not know, I’m a student at the American University of Nigeria. I’m a senior now (4th level or level 4 as you people call it) and it is requirement before I am allowed to graduate, I have work as an intern (IT or industrial attachment as you people call it again). As a journalism and advertising student, I needed a media job.
This was not an easy task. When it comes to magazines, they believe that you are a waste of space and time. I’m not exactly a fashion writer but I was ready to try my hand and see if I could learn a new skill and stuff. I tried applying for a space at two magazines which I shall not name and they turned me down. I really did not want to work for an ad agency since I wanted to get a master’s degree in journalism but there was nothing I could do. My dad made a few calls and I got a personal letter to be given to the head of CentreSpread FCB.
So after 2 weeks of being pushed around by the company, I was told to resume work on the 1st of July. I was going to work for four weeks to complete 189 hours. I just needed 120 but having more hours was considered a bonus and a good way to get away from home.
I got to work on Friday and met the human resources woman. She gave me my schedule and went over some very boring stuff with me. I swear as she was talking I started imagining tigers eating her blouse. It was a very ugly shade of orange and it almost made me cry looking at it.
After going through that torture, I was given a tour of the company. The company is big sha. As in, I’m happy I wore flats or else my feet would have had blisters. The company is divided into five main parts, media planning and strategy, account management, administration, finance and the creative studios. The creative studios are AWESOME! They have drawing and colorful paintings on the walls. I will be able to post pics of it when I start working there as part of the internship.
Now I’m working for four days in media planning. Media planning deals with doing research and knowing which media will be used to advertise and reach the audience. Involves dong serious research (Which I learnt how to do in a class where I faked research and wrote an entire paper complete with charts and graphs in one night!)Media Strategy actually shares the same room with planning so I’m still going to come back and work in the same office.
Friday involved me meeting people and letting them know who I am. I met some ‘okay’ guys no cute ones.
Monday was very different.
Got to work as usual and started jisting and talking to people.
Nothing different or out of the way. Did photocopies for the HOD. Sorted out media payments and receipts.
Lunch came and I, Tobi and Segun went to the cafeteria to eat. The cafeteria was serving colored rice and turkey. As I was waiting in line, we started shouting about food and how hungry we were. I was laughing my ridiculously loud laugh which was not a good thing.
A little info about my loud laugh.
When I laugh, I sound like a normal child.
When I laugh loudly, l laugh like a witch that having an asthma attack (I’ve been told this by five different people)
So imagine my ridiculously loud laugh.
As soon as we turned around after getting our food, I met him.
Readers, I met the finest guy I have ever seen in the history of the world.
Half-Caste, light brown eyes. Braided hair.
Let me not forget how tall he is and how built he was.
A Greek Adonis.
And he was waiting in line right behind me!
And he heard my ridiculously loud laugh!
To save face and seem dignified, I laughed a little laugh and moved as fast as my legs could carry me.
I’m very sure he thinks the new intern is a retard.
Lemme make this clear, I’m not looking for an office romance or anything. I’ve decided to keep away from men or anything like p setting or relationships for the next one year. But think about it like this; how would it feel if you knew the finest guy/girl in your office thinks you are a retard?
Now you get the point.
Sha sha, I got over it and went to eat and continue living my life.
Tuesday was …. Interesting.
So I came to work later because a trailer blocked the whole road. As bad guys, boys were running to go and steal what was in the trailer – wheat. Grown ass Nigerian men were running and stealing buckets to get heaps of wheat. I give up on this country.
As I was in the office, Damilola from account management came in. If I ever wanted to pursue a career in advertising, I would want to be in account management. It’s like marketing in banking. You make sure everything goes well one it comes to advertising their product. It pays really well but it’s kind of stressful.
I helped her look for Etisalat adverts in newspapers so that they could show Etisalat what they have done and ideas they have brought up. I felt really good after that because all I have been doing here is getting photocopies and using free internet.
Lunch came but Segun and Tobi went out. I went to lunch alone and saw the creative gang. If you have ever been around a bunch of creative mad people, you should forget that. These people will give you a new meaning to madness and creativity. I saw fine half caste boy and found out his name – Yemi
Funny that the name of my shitty arrogant ex is Yemi.
Those people are CRAZY! I had to try not to choke on my lunch of spaghetti. They tried to mix me up and tell me different names but I already knew half of their names. Then all of a sudden all the men started taking pictures of me. I was flattered but extremely shy. The other intern at the table was just smiling and keeping quiet. Oh did I mention I sat down next to my male Adonis? Yes I did.
As I wanted to leave, Emmanuel (one cute guy), was asking me to stay and not go back to the office. Instantly, they started teasing him and saying that he had already fallen in love with me without giving the other guys a chance. I just moved away and went back to work.
Wednesday was my last day in media planning so they gave me a little project to work on. I had to come up with a media mix and plan for a fake drink. Before I could do that, I was called to the human resources department to distribute and give out detergent. As an advertising company, we get free gifts from companies we advertise. It’s a way of saying thank you to us. I didn’t mind I was getting free detergent but I had to go around and give it to everyone in the office, including the creative team.
They laughed at me ehn. Yemi was just looking at me with my hand covered with white soap and such. So much for saving face in front of the fine guy.
After that everything was normal. Didn’t go for lunch cos I was working on my media plan. In the end I did a good job and was allowed to move to creative. I was gonna be working with Yemi and the gang.

That’s it for now. The next memoirs will be talking about how i worked with the creative team. I think that’s going to be interesting.
PS – I wanted to put pictures but I don’t know how to insert them with my blackberry. Can some1 help me pls? 🙂

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Comments
  1. H’Okaaaaay. Now, I understand. Issorai. So, this why you’ve been ignoring my IMs? “Greek Adonis” ko? Issoke.

  2. I like it! It’s got this unforced humour feel to it. Please don’t stop no matter what other opinions state, they don’t matter. Only Larry Sushey’s do. 😀
    And as per inserting pics with your blackberry, while editing click on the blackberry menu button and look for ‘media’. Click on that and you can insert all your media files.

  3. Interns are education’s slave to the working class… well done dear. Just make sure you tell Yemi that laugh was as a result of sore throat.
    Greek Adonis…hmmm. Na so abi.

  4. @bule_jr says:

    While working on your bb, press options and go to media. And insert picture. Nice memoir, keep it up girl.

  5. VivianMivu says:

    Hahahaha, tigers eating her shirt?, OHMyGsh, Deola!! Nice one!

  6. ibetapassmynebo says:

    awww…lvd it! Lukn 4ward to d nxt part! 🙂

  7. vikkiangelx says:

    Hmmmmn…deola…issorai!…sha introduce me to yemi…dt’s my concern…nd pls do nt sleep with dt boi!

  8. Genesis says:

    “… As bad guys, boys were r
    unning to go and steal what was in the trailer – wheat. Grown ass Nigerian men were running and stealing buckets to get heaps of wheat…” Bahahahahaha!!! KAMAAAN!!! Why on earth would anyone steal wheat??? Nice Post Dee. Expecting the continuation.

  9. Noice read. I enjoyed it all through. Waiting for more from the series.

  10. terdoh says:

    *Drops last*

    I’m so sorry for reading this so late. Lovely post Dee. Tho I bet Yemi is dating one of those fine guys in the half-caste mix. For your sake tho, I hope not. Have fun at the office.

    And give us more…

  11. 0latoxic says:

    Please accept my condolences on your recent foray into our sad and sadistic world of advertising. Take delight in the brevity of the predicament of your situation and rejoice when you have derived your freedom back from these heathen lands. :p

  12. Fareeda says:

    This is my first time commenting on wordpress cuz I never seem to get it. In other news: LOL! Sooo, that Yemi dude. He into weird darkskinned fine girls with boobs? 😀

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