Ready for Internship...Is my Internship Ready for Me?

One of the qualities you need to be ready for your internship is to be professional at all times. In the office, outside of the office, even on your breaks you will be evaluated. You should always be early, because being early is on time and being on time is late. You must develop the skills of being a good listener and a fast learner. Whenever you're being told a task or given information always take notes. This shows your boss you're taking what they say seriously and you won't find yourself asking repetitive questions. Always be willing to go the extra mile, you will be looked at as more of an employee instead of an intern. In Module 3 I will have to tighten up and always be aware of my surroundings. Meaning, I can never let my guards down and get too comfortable. I need to improve my grammar and the way I speak to my peers. I also need to watch how I perceive myself because I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about me. My attitude has drastically changed, but I still need to watch my face expressions. My peers and I  know I mean well but my body language may beg to differ. I will continue to use my planner because it has helped me tremendously to stay on top of things and prioritize my time. I feel by the end of Module 3 I will be more than ready. The real question is, is my internship ready for me?

JOB well done...

 My most memorable and favorite job was when I worked at Jamba Juice. Believe it or not, I learned a lot working there for two years. I’ve witnessed some crazy things from employees doing drugs in the break room, fights in the lobby, to even homeless people defecating all over our bathroom walls. It was safe to say there was never a dull moment working at Jamba Juice. Despite all of the craziness that came with the job I met plenty of great individuals, learned a lot of skills, and gained a new understanding of health. My main job was being a cashier and a mixer, but I loved working at the cash register. I am a social butterfly, so I loved sparking up random conversations with customers and giving compliments. But with every great job, there is a horrible one. One summer, for a little extra money, I applied to be a canvasser in Berkeley. Our main job was to go door to door and collect donations for a certain cause. They expected me to memorize a lengthy speech in which I would recite at each person’s door. And to make matters worse I worked from 2 pm to 8 pm, in corrosive neighborhoods of Richmond. I literally wanted to cry every time I had to go to work. I was forced to walk in unknown territories, speak to rude people, and be out of my comfort zone. Did I mention it rained my first week of working? I held up for two weeks and quit. This job, hands down, was the worst job ever.