Showing posts with label adult life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adult life. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Of unpaid internships and making it in this world


They are deemed as the necessary evil for the majority of post-secondary students or recent post-grads. They are where you’re supposed to be given opportunity to work in your industry and gain experience (as well as network) all whilst balancing mountains of student debt and the sad realization that this internship is costing you money.

I came across this article in the Toronto star that really highlights the flaws in unpaid internships, so I’m not going to regurgitate that information back to you – you can just read the article. Highlighting the most important bits, David Doorey – a professor at York University explains how employers are really using the word “intern” to avoid basic employment laws. Summing up his argument – you can have unpaid interns and that’s fine, however they can’t be doing work that you would otherwise pay an employee to do or create positive gain for your company.

I mean from a business standpoint it makes sense to have interns replace entry-level workers. Instead of paying out a boatload of money to someone who is just starting, you can take on that person as an intern and get them to do the same work – for free.

However being a starving student I see the other end of that. I’m  one of the lucky few out there to secure a paid internship/employment  but it was so difficult applying to places knowing if I did get accepted there would be no way to afford working for this place. I adored my internship and still really enjoy the work that I do – but there were definitely opportunities that were completely off the table because I couldn’t afford them. Life, especially in Toronto, costs money – money that I don’t happen to have large quantities of. I’m wrestling between that stage of adult independence that is running my own life and the need to call my dad to find out what in sam hell a T4 slip actually means.

I think there’s something to be said about the culture of interns as well. It’s socially acceptable to be treated like gum on someone’s shoe because that’s what interns are. Movies show interns and internships as being back-breaking work where you spend the majority of your time running to get coffee and cleaning only to never be told you’re doing a good job. There’s this glorification of being treated poorly at your internship like it’s a rite of passage into being a successful working adult. Why? I feel like for the most part that just ends up making people feel jaded about a career path they’ve decided will be their focus until they’re almost 70. No wonder so many young people are hopping careers like the Easter bunny! The first job experience in a field you get is your impression of how that field works. If everyone spits on everyone else why in the world would you want to do that for the next 60 odd years?

I’m not saying that internships are useless – far from it. Internships are really important, and yes sometimes you won’t enjoy them – but you shouldn’t have to hate them. Internships shouldn’t leave you under a mountain of student debt or working 18 hour days to afford your apartment, life and student expenses. Without a doubt, the culture of gogogogogo without a moment to just breathe or some kind of income from it just leads to high levels of burnout from people who are supposed to be the bright-eyed bushy-tailed newcomers to the field.

I don’t know the age demographic for sure for those reading this – but for anyone in the position to be able to hire interns – please realize that interns aren’t just anonymous cyborgs that do exactly what they are told – they’re actual people. The impression that you give them sets up their impression for the way that your entire sector is supposed to work. Role model good morals, good work habits and above all respect!

Monday, 13 August 2012

Life update- freaking out, caffeine and freaking out some more

Today I started thinking about something today. Something so huge I don't think there's a place in the universe to tuck it away.

After I got a much needed cup of coffee, I started to go through my graphic design work and think about my future...it didn't take me long to go and get another coffee.

As some of you may know I'm entering my fourth and final year of my degree and diploma program. By the end of these 8 months I will be a bonafide graduated adult. With a fancy piece of paper that is supposed to convince people to hire me so I can pay all my adult bills.

OhdeargodwhendidthisbecomearealthingandwhencanIgobacktohighschool.

Coming out of high school I was excited to get my life going, to get my adult life started, move out of my parents house and break into the real world on my own. I entered University trying to by phone- attach myself to my then-boyfriends hip as we made it through University. We didn't as it turns out, make it through University; this also marked a huge low point for me.  I was alone  at school with nobody I knew and the love of my life had decided some other girl was worth occupying time for the last two months of us dating. Graceful and full of poise I was not. 

I came back for my second year determined to make up for all the time I spent locked in my room Skyping my ex. So I became an RA. I would just like to point out, "how to become an awesome college resident everyone loves," does not include becoming an RA. In fact, it's the opposite. Telling drunk peers to stop drinking and vomiting and playing drinking games has you labelled the college narc instead of the cool person. Even though I hardly slept and got cussed at almost once a shift that job let me find myself. I'm one of those people that when I date I just throw myself completely into the person I'm with. I lose large bits of myself trying to make the other person happy. I ended up gaining a lot of weight in this relationship and relied heavily on this boy to validate my existence. The RA job taught me that nobody is going to make you feel better about yourself but you sometimes. There were days where I was being called every degrading name in the book by bullies I thought I'd escaped from in high school. They found every weak spot like it was a giant target with flashing lights- and they had fucking fantastic aim.  There was a moment where I remember just standing there thinking, "I can cry, I can walk away and just go back to my room and cry and write this up tomorrow." I didn't. For a very long time I realized I had this impermeable layer around my feelings and my heart. This asshat couldn't get in. 

I loved that feeling so much, I did it again for another year. This year was different. I made closer friends but I also burnt out about a quarter of the way in. I got sick often and I was normally in some kind of emotional turmoil. I was a bundle of joy, I can assure you. Whether it was the food or the added stress of the job I just wasn't functioning well. My good friend Kevin can attest to this, my Achilles heel is asking for help. I hate it, loathe it. I'd rather have a root canal done by a blind drunk who can't speak English than ask for help. I'm not exaggerating either. I went through bouts of not eating, sleeping or drinking anything and just scraped by. I've never done that in my entire life. 

So I made the decision to get my own apartment. It's my space, my perfect space. I applied for this awesome internship that I never in a million years thought I'd get and mentally prepared for another summer in Timmins. Then I got the job/ internship. I've been doing my future career for the entire summer and will continue into December and then after that I'm not sure. That doesn't scare my. I don't mind odd jobs to pay the bills, it's after that terrifies me.

Where am I going to work? Where am I going to live? I've toyed with the idea of going abroad and trying to get work in Europe but I have the cat and guinea pigs - can you even fly with guinea pigs? - and my family is all in Canada. Do I live in northern Ontario or southern Ontario. I've always lived in the north but could I make the change to down here? What about out West? Wait, could I afford to live out West....Scratch that. What about the USA there's lots of jobs there. Oh God but where the heck would I live...I think I could probably fit in in Texas or Alabama...

That's just where my brain started. I started thinking about what would happen right when I graduated. When do you start applying for career jobs? Am I really going to do the cap and gown photos again? I'm going to have to move out of this apartment...and it was such a pain in the ass to move in... I remember thinking back to high school and the drama that we had there. It wasn't any less real but compared to now...ah. I'm only 21, I know I have a lot of time left - unless a bus or wayward bullet gets me - and already family friends are starting to ask about boyfriends and clocks ticking. My clock doesn't tick, it's digital and boyfriends? Let's work on one of those and then we'll talk?

Needless to say I did a good job of terrifying myself about the future and becoming a real adult, I know a lot of you will say that I've got it good and not to worry about it "what is meant to happen will happen," to that I say: What if what's meant to happen is a 47 year old spinster who owns a lot of cats who cries herself to sleep over her degree and diploma every day under a mountain of student debt? 

That last bit was a little melodramatic, I apologize. I think that's a good note to leave this on...that and the cat has made it apparent it's le bedtime. Now. 

Night all!


Look! Look! Guinea pigs! Ophy (brown) and Gatsby (foofy one)


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