Official Intern.

So, today is my first official day as an intern with The Borgen Project. I’ve reveling in it for a week already, but after participating in my first volunteer and intern team national conference call and actually knowing I was on the phone with the man who started the whole project (and a hundred other interns and staffers) really brought it home for me.


Meet Clint Borgen, the founder and President of  The Borgen Project. He’s the man behind everything that we do and the one who meets with the members of the government in an attempt to persuade them to support funding to end global poverty. See, instead of taking donations to help the poor and instead of sending groups of volunteers to the impoverished countries, Clint works from within our own country.  He, and his staff, believe that in order to really eradicate poverty to wealthiest country needs to be playing their part. Sending volunteers and aid is great, but the countries of the world all need to really pull together to actually put an end to it. During the day he works for Borgen and at night he tends bar and serves since he needs to make money to live on.

mantra1Meet Mantra Roy, the manager of the news team for The Borgen Project and, therefore, my boss. She oversees the numerous bloggers, journalists, and editors (while doing much of the editing herself). Unfortunately I don’t know much about her other than that, but she seems like a nice person and just as determined as Clint.

These two people are already an inspiration to me, and I’ve only really been hired for a week. Understanding what they give up themselves so they can help those in need, people they’ve never even met, is seriously overwhelming.

I’m very excited about this opportunity and I’m doing my best to quell the massive amounts of nerves that keep popping up in the form of anxiety attacks in the middle of the night. I just have to keep faith in myself that I can do this and that, maybe, what I write will get more people interested in the cause and therefore the government more interested in the cause and we can really start to actually DO something about this Millenium Plan and this ever-growing (but actually slightly diminishing) problem of extreme global poverty.

I am not simply doing this for myself and my resume and my future. I am doing this out of a very real desire to help other people.


Intern…or independent contractor?

IMAG1727.jpgOne of the most complicated things about starting a new job is getting into a good grove. One where you feel comfortable and knowledgeable and know that the people around you are good to work with. I am reaching that place of comfort with my grocery store job, to a degree. But now I’m having to start all over again with my new internship. The drive there is enough to be stressful, but having to acclimate myself to a group of new people in a new place doing something I’ve never done before makes my once a week excursions to my meetings quite the effort. It doesn’t help that we’re all sort of in the dark on this project.

Normally I think of internship opportunities as a learning experience. Someone within the company takes the intern under their wing and teaches them how to do a specific job. The intern then does the job, for free usually, in return for experience for their resume and possibly a recommendation letter.

My internship, on the other hand, is a little different. There’s one full-time person named Joshua, he’s basically the CEO of Environmental Paper Network. Suzanna, who only works on Thursday and is in charge of the newsletters and organizing the member organizations. And another woman I haven’t met yet named Kim. I’m not entirely sure what it is that she does. None of them is overly familiar with social media marketing. Suzanna has some good ideas and knows her way around the internet, but she is by no means an expert.

So it appears that I have been hired on as an independent contractor who has to teach herself how to do marketing. Everyone is very nice and I’ve been enjoying it so far. But I kind of have the constant feeling of flying by the seat of my pants.

Thank goodness for online tutorials!