Coming back to South Kensington after finishing my third week of work, I understand the feeling of having a job that is never truly a 9-5. Even though I leave the office, I find thoughts of marketing strategies, Instagram contest ideas, and collaboration artists creeping into my mind even on my weekend vacations to France and Ireland. It has just hit me my importance at 7/9/13, how I am here to broaden their highly specific market of snowboarders to skateboarders, bike commuters, and sassy partygoers.
I am beginning to see the power differences between American and British business practices. It has been three weeks and I just realized there are three other interns – and one more starting next week – in this tiny ten-person company. The reason it took me so long to realize is because I am the only one who actually acts like a confused intern and asks questions. I am the lucky one who spends hours in stock rooms to prepare displays, processing orders, and making runs to the post office. However, after hours of research and brainstorming, these mundane tasks are more embraceable.
The difference between cultures in one tiny office is obvious and slightly overwhelming to decipher. My English boss and coworkers are more straightforward and efficient with their tasks and instructions, while my Italian boss struggles to pronounce my mainly-vowels name so he can never get my attention to give me tasks. Mean while, the other employees are constantly on the phones speaking in languages I can only assume are Dutch, German, and French. It just proves that “small business” can also mean “global business.”