So you have graduated with a degree in English Literature – what next? The question sent my insides into summersaults and very nearly led me to enact the popular ostrich myth in a local play park. It looked like I had started the endless cycle of over qualified/under experienced that many millennial generation graduates face when looking for their first professional job. However, after briefly trying my hand at teaching and quickly finding I was ill equipped for a career in education. In March 2013 I got the opportunity to join Levy Mccallum for a six-month internship.
Levy Mccallum is one of very few remaining full service marketing and advertising agencies left in Scotland. Whilst on paper it may not be as prestigious as a graduate scheme with a multinational corporation I would highly recommend the experience to anyone needing to get their feet on the first wrung of the career ladder; if they don’t mind really digging in and getting their hands dirty. Previously my perception of an internship had been that they mainly consisted of shadowing employees, mapped out lessons for success, and the perfection of ones tea making abilities. From day one at Levy Mccallum I realised that this was not how it was going to work.
I had barely managed to hang up my nice new jacket before I was whipped into the boardroom to meet clients and to my horror… offered tea! In that moment it dawned on me that I had been thrown in the deep end. As a species we tend to float when relaxed so I decided just to roll up my sleeves, tread some water, and go with it! The upshot was that over the next 6 months I was treated just like a fully fledged marketing executive. I got to know the accounts I worked on, understand their brands, and most importantly (in my opinion) found great relationships with the people involved.
I am at the end of my time at Levy McCallum and don’t regret a single moment. It is time to take the next step on the career ladder but I will always be grateful to everyone involved at Levy’s for helping me find my way in what our parents infuriatingly love to call… “The real world.”
by Max MacBeath (Summer Intern)