Welcome to our newest series, ‘Inside with the Interns’, where you’ll hear first hand the experiences from the lovely, eager and hard-working individuals who come to work with us.
Our first post of the series starts of with Roxana who was our PR intern for August, we hope you enjoy it.
Quite dramatic of me to start with ‘by the time you read this article, I will have already left’ but, alas, there comes a time in one’s life…
Never have I ever felt more grown up than I did when I moved to London for five weeks to complete my internship at Samphire this summer. The realisation dawned on me on a morning commute from my apartment in up-and-coming Brixton to our little office in the heart of Fitzrovia – I’ve always been a big city girl, I was born in Bucharest, Romania, so I am used to the buzz and noise of a capital city. And yet, the mere idea that I was on the tube at 9 am on my way to work in London, the most glorious city to ever exist, felt like a major badge of honour.
It’s funny thinking about it in retrospect, but I was actually nervous about what joining Samphire might feel like. Looking back, my expectations and fears feel rather delusional, bordering on The Devil Wears Prada stereotypes about a fast-paced industry that forgives nothing and no one. I had worked in PR before joining Samphire, a fact which the rational side of my brain was desperately trying to reiterate every time I felt myself panicking, and yet all the media talk about the stark differences between the North and South of England provided endless fuel to my panic fire. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the rhythm of the city, that I would feel overwhelmed and stuck in a creative rut.
Having finished my five weeks at the agency, I can definitely attest the most valuable experience at Samphire has been proving myself wrong on all the demons I’d constructed prior to my arrival. It may sound underwhelming, but I can’t imagine what my post-graduation career prospects would have sounded like had I not taken the leap of faith of moving to London. There is something truly unique about the way things work around here, the expectations clients have of you, the breadth of profiling opportunities you have to choose from – in short, as cheesy as it may come across, there’s nothing quite as motivational as the endless possibilities that London seems to be offering you on the daily. I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I am really looking forward to finishing my academic career and finally getting to work full time in this city, I have a feeling I will never get bored of it.
By the time you’re reading this, I will have returned to my UK home of Newcastle, up North. I am about to start my third (and final) year at Newcastle University, doing Media, Communications & Cultural Studies, and the thought of graduating is both terrifying and incredibly thrilling. At the end of the day, I may not have spent my ‘hot girl summer’ travelling around the world, but I actually feel that investing these few months off into my future career was perhaps one of the best decisions I have made in a long time. It turns out there’s life (and hope) after graduation, and I would have likely never known that without this valuable work experience.