Working in a campaign office for the past week has been one of the most exhausting forms of work experience which I have ever done (apart from the haberdashery running I did at a boutique), since shadowing barristers, helping publishers and placements at solicitors aren't that exhausting. Since I thought that working at campaign HQ was going to be just like all the other admin stuff i'd done, I definitely received quite the shock.
The thing is, it's not WHAT we have to do that tires me out, it's the amount of effort that goes into doing it that really takes it all out of you. There really isn't one person in that office that doesn't put a huge amount of work into what they do, regardless of the long hours and the fact that most of them are volunteering. It's really great to work in an atmosphere like that, to be helping someone try to make a difference and most importantly, to have something to put on my CV and personal statement for uni. (Haha kidding!...Sort of).
Even though I haven't even been there long, i've actually managed to learn quite a lot, mainly that old people seem to ADORE my voice. Now that's not me being conceited. It's a fact. Out of every other phone canvasser in that office, I always seem to be the one to be stuck on the phone to pensioners who want to discuss the past, present and future Labour Party, the state of the country and of course, their children. As much as it kills me to listen to them for half hours at a time whilst everyone else's conversations are lasting at most 3 minutes (if the people even pick up), I must admit, it does sort of brighten my day in the end. Bless their hearts!
So yeah, you could say i'm enjoying myself! But really, how could I not? I'm surrounded by hilarious, lovely and smart people, in the middle of copious amounts of wit and banter and supplied with endless bags of percy pigtails and a Pret just down the road.
Good times!
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