Work placement has been a strange old experience. It’s been good to get out there and see the wheels of the industry turning in the real world. On the other hand, it’s been weird stepping out of the PMA bubble that I’ve shared with 10 (almost) like-minded individuals. The masses of rubbish that besiege my inbox with private PMA jokes and tales of how we’re finding it is helping to bridge the gap though.
It’s also made me realise that in spite of all we’ve learned we are still primitive creatures in our journalistic existence.
We’re the toddlers shakily trying to stand on two feet for the first time, not the adults I see in the offices in Hammersmith. Of course, as with most children some of us are learning at different rates. It’s dubious whether I’d put myself anywhere near this list but many seem to have got the hang of this walking malarkey pretty quickly.
We’re the (not so) fresh-faced school kids meekly peering over the bar trying to get served in the pub for the first time. Of course, there were always the kids with more facial hair. They had a better chance when squeezing next to the old man who’s been a patron for years with his own glass behind the bar.
We’re the golden oldies restlessly entering retirement and wondering what to do with ourselves. The smart ones started saving their pennies ages ago.
A quick dash back to the serenity of PMA to research my general news-led feature, resubmit news stories, frantically write the final features, revise media law, revise the magazine industry, finish sub-editing assignments and speed up my Teeline has been a relaxing experience.
Still, it’s all part of the evolutionary process...