Well, it’s official folks. SALT’s summer internship program ended last week! There was a lot of looking back, gifts, cakes, and hugs: basically all the tear-inducing farewell standards.
So, why am I still writing this post if my internship ended?
Because I got an extension until I leave for Oxford! I just like SALT way too much to walk out the door right now, so you’ll be seeing posts from me until the end of September. I’ll miss my fellow interns tons, but I know they’re all going off to do great things.
HERE COMES THE SAPPY REFLECTION…
Or so you think! I’m going to save the big look-back for next week (fair warning), and instead I’ll focus now on what was going through my mind as the program came to an end.
I’ve never really been good with endings of any kind. Even back in the day, when I was 15-years-old working at the Kelly’s Roast Beef in Medford (a Boston favorite), I always preferred the opening shift to the closing one. Something about the finality of it all really got to me: the locked doors, the sealed cash registers, the eerie silence.
When I know something is coming to a close, I fixate on every single, tiny thing that happens and reflect on it. It’s really quite mentally exhausting.
On the subway: “This will be my last commute to work.”
At the office: “This will be the last time I fill my bright green SALT cup with filtered water.”
Going home: “This will be the last time I ride the elevator down, say goodnight to the security guards, look temptingly at the Dunkin’ Donuts, scold myself mentally, almost break, pinch myself to shatter-money spending thoughts, ignore the strange looks from witnesses, speed awkwardly toward the exit with my head down, wait in line to swing through the revolving door that only fits one person at a time (silly architects), and feel the change on my skin as I move from air-conditioning to a steamy Boston sidewalk.
See what I mean?
WHAT’S IT LIKE TO GO THROUGH THIS?
In a word: tough. The week before last, we presented our summer projects to senior staff. Last week, we presented everything to the entire marketing team. I’m not kidding when I say it took every ounce of mental strength I had to not burst out into a Mean Girls-esque speech about how much I loved everyone.
Remember those pesky technical difficulties I mentioned in my last post? Yeah, well they didn’t quite go away. I at least managed to get all my slides on screen, but the presentation ended up crashing midway through.
Note to anyone who will ever need to present something in the future: Don’t put links to Youtube videos in your slide. They will make it crash, and your self-confidence will die.
We had a LinkedIn workshop at the beginning of the week that was equally unintentionally emotionally (note to self: use another adverb, Mike) draining. We learned how to connect with coworkers once, you know, we leave and don’t see them anymore. And how to get recommendations written for us, after we’re gone, of course.
SO, IN THE END…
In the end, I still hate things that end. Which is everything. Logically this would mean that I therefore hate everything, but I promise that’s not true (example A: puppies). I just don’t like goodbyes, and it was tough to say them to so many great people.
Fellow SALT summer interns, I won’t forget any of you, and I hope that you all do the same for me. From what we’ve seen working here, Boston’s marketing community is a relatively small world. I’m sure our paths will cross again, and although it won’t be exactly like our time together here, I’m still really looking forward to it.