MY INTERNSHIP:
My job at Conference Partners has been amazing. I can't describe how much I love it, but I'll sure try. I get to help the account managers plan their events and do little things here and there that really turn out to be important in the long run. It makes me feel accomplished when I see my work actually being used and effective. I am writing the text for the website for an event that's happening in San Francisco in 2013, I'm helping create a list of potential sponsors for an event that will be in the end of 13, and I just finished working my first week-long event called the James Joyce Symposium. But we'll come back to that.
The office for Conference Partners is a good Luas (train) trip from my house in the Dublin mountains close to Wicklow. It's a gorgeous office with mountains on one side, a horse pasture on another, and a brand new shopping mall on another.... with a very convenient Costa Coffee across the street. :)
(I work at the yellow star and live at the red star)
The office is like 80% women and everyone is about 35 or younger. Most of them are in their late 20's. I was so not expecting that and it's been a great surprise. They are all so amazing and I get along with them all so well. I love them. And I think they love me... Everyone is so freaking trendy and gorgeous and they all have amazing accents. It's intimidating a bit, but I think they love me so it makes me feel better. It also makes me want to dress nice and look nice. That's a good change in my life, from sweats and converse to school everyday to a business dress, long coat and heels. Even the boss lady that owns the company looks like a super model. She wears heels everyday and she's tall with super slick hair and just gorgeous. AND she has kids. I don't think she should be allowed to look that awesome after having kids. The office makes me feel like I'm living in The Devil Wears Prada everyday. And oh how fun it is.
My first day of work was scary as shit. No joke. I thought I would never get there, first of all. So I was stoked when I did. And everyone was so nice it was scary. I got asked to attend a party for a girl who was getting married, I somehow got roped into joining a touch rugby team with them, and a couple of them took me to lunch. It was overwhelming how nice everyone was. I learned that they call people wagons (b-word), band aids = plasters, wellies = rain boots, trousers are pants, not underwear, deathly = the most amazing thing ever, and toasties = sandwiches. oh! And Craic is the most commonly used word in Ireland. haha. "What's the craic?" "That's the craic." "I'm just craicing around." etc. It can literally mean anything that's cool.
So for my first event, I helped with the James Joyce Symposium. Almost all of the delegates that attended were American, so I felt right at home. I kinda acted as an interpreter for the delegates from my Irish colleagues. Haha. I worked with a girl named Allison all week who is my age but works for CP full time. She is amazing and I love her. She is half Chinese Half Irish and beautiful. We had so much fun during the conference and scouted out the boys during the boring time together. There was one boy who just roamed the halls of Trinity like everyday, weird considering school is out. We nicknamed him McRoamy. Almost everyone that I work with is also either married or has a serious boyfriend/girlfriend, so they are all trying to hook me up all the time with almost anyone. They are convinced I should marry the guy we hired on to do the tech stuff for the conference. It took them all week to work it out and they didn't tell me, and I don't think they told him either, but the last day, they all just disappeared and left me with him for... ever. Anyways, those sneaky girls, he asked me out. So. Date next week, I guess. Dates are awful... but if I must. Also, there was this old guy who was one of the speakers at the convention and he asked to take a picture with me on the last day and then said he'd email it to me. haha. So when I get it, I'll upload it to Slainte. And Conference Partners gave me a t-shirt! woo hoo!!! Also, I was called Irish 4 time throughout the week.... silly Americans.
Well, I'll tell you all about my friends and social life in the next post. Until then,
xoxo k
P.S. Happy fathers day and birthday, papa!!! I love you!! Wish I was there to celebrate with you!
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