No less than thirty-four days ago, I promised all of my faithful readers (my mom, my grandma, and nine web crawlers) a DailyMe video production. The pain grew worse each day that I deprived you of our film debut, but can you really blame me for putting it off? The summer movie season is difficult to compete with, especially when blockbusters like I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry still loom large. We CHOSE to hold off release until the turn of the autumn tides, but that is not to say we didn’t have our share of production hell.

I may have also mentioned in an earlier post that our digital short was entirely no-budget (not to be confused with low-budget). This is no longer the case, however, as we ultimately hired a Miami editing studio to…well…smooth things over. For any disappointed purists out there, I have but two bits of consolation: first, we plan to release a later version on DVD titled John the Intern: RAW and UNCUT ; second, the editing process gave me some interesting fodder for a blog post!

We’ll start with the drive from Point A – DM Headquarters to Point B – the Editing Studio, with a short-lived stop at a fast food joint. Getting there was a hassle…mid-day traffic, mid-day heat and mid-day South Florida drivers. Following Mrs. Boss on a 4-lane expressway was also no easy feat. As an otherwise no-time-to-spare-person, Mrs. Boss had no trouble traversing the highway at intense, controlled speeds; my car—never the fastest or most furious—was left in the dust.

We were rushing partly to grab a quick nearby lunch before our appointment time, which was one of our two meal options. Of course the studio had mentioned that they provided food to clients who were interested, but how many of you would have waited to see what was behind door number two? Evidently we should have, because their “modest office food display” included a 30-item silver-tray buffet served on china (but with plastic forks). Needless to say, I had fit two lunches in that day complete with coffee and dessert.

Fortunately, the forgone luxury was a sign of other good things to come. Our “Smoke Room” aka editing room for those of you not in the know, (myself included), was sweet – no pun intended. Huge plush couches, a well-stocked beverage spread and endless trays of chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate cake and anything else chocolate we desired. A far cry from the cubicle life this intern has lived thus far. Anyway…the overabundance of chocolate thankfully eased the otherwise tense Mrs. Boss, who kept her focus mainly on managing the time and budget, while ever so tactfully not interfering with the creative integrity of developing the actual video. (I guess someone has to do that right?)

But more importantly, the Smoke Room was equipped with a skilled veteran editor who was well versed in the language of laymen terms. Together, in one of the studio’s largest rooms, my vague sense of direction was transformed, scene-by-scene, into a cohesive product. All in all, this was definitely a day for the history books of my interning career at DailyMe.

Oh, and I hope you all enjoy the vid. You can call it that once you’ve made one!


Peace, Love, and Personalized Media.

-John the Intern

The average life follows a linear path: a person goes to school, moves away for college, joins the workforce, lands a spouse, and ultimately shifts focus to the next generation. In the board-game Life, you can fit that all into one afternoon…and you get to skip puberty. But, unless you steal play-money from the bank when no one’s looking, which journey is more satisfying? No matter how many times you roll a "10", the simulation will always pale in comparison to the real deal—with all of its variables, emotions, and surprises.

With the same logic, though, I would even say that the real linear life leaves something to be desired. Not to say that we should completely buck convention on the path to maturity (our war-time ancestors didn’t have a choice), but a few twists and turns never hurt. My internship this summer was one such diversion—I got a taste of office life before matriculating to college—and the experience was beneficial. My only concern is that I’ll be too much of a stiff when thrust back into the student life come mid-September.

Even the simple things, like living with a roommate, will require some adjustment. I’ve been able to concentrate all summer within the semi-privacy of a cubicle, but it’s doubtful that my dorm room will insulate desks in the same manner. Would it be rude, bizarre, both, or neither to place a plastic wall between my roommates workspace and my own? And if it creates tension, will our RA resolve the problem as effectively as a corporate HR rep? I need to forget these luxuries.

I also run the risk of entering a classroom with flawed expectations. Though most universities boast a student-oriented faculty that is prepared to spend time with pupils outside of lecture, I doubt that any would want to compare work-hours with my boss. Seriously, this is a media specialist that is willing to work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and overtime! I guess people care most about your quality of work when they are paying for it. (The same reason our building managers insist that the indoor gardeners water the plants for five whole hours at a time).

Perhaps the best thing I picked up at DailyMe was the art of professional decorum, but even this will be a mixed blessing in my new environment. It’s been a season of well-articulated greetings and firm handshakes, two tools seldom used amongst my peers. They say that giving a hi-five is like riding a bike, but my form is mechanical and out-of-practice. I shudder at the thought of re-learning higher level street skills like the shake n’ snap, the pinky swear, and especially the roundhouse kick.

As you can see, my successful release back into the wild will require some effort. But do I regret taking a quick break from the straight-and-narrow life’s usual order of events? Not even for a second. It was like a non-committal opportunity to try out different career cards, which is better than choosing one arbitrarily on the 21st space of your proverbial game board. I only have a couple weeks left!

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media.

-John the Intern

All my life, I’ve lived in a family within a neighborhood within a larger neighborhood within a city that people refer to as a neighborhood to make it sound more tight-knit. Fortunately, though, too much “community” is never a bad thing.

I didn’t realize this until I began working at DailyMe. The company has put a continual emphasis on the term throughout product development, and social networking is now a major selling point of our service. Less obvious, though, is that the team is similarly passionate about stressing community harmony within the office environment. To see this, one must bring “community” back to its sandbox connotation—when “sharing” and “playing nice” were all that was necessary for group harmony. I’ll examine the little things that go on each day, because they are what set an office’s tone.

I first look to our lunch situation. On a given day, at least three of us will eat lunch together. It usually takes less than thirty seconds to pick a place, despite each person’s often-myriad dietary quirks. Sure, we may only agree because everyone shoots for the place with the best deal (Pizzarella on Tuesdays!), but there is no denying its effect on both harmony and efficiency.

There’s also a wealth of data in our citchen (kitchen + closet). Everyone in the office is entitled to a portion of any item in the mini-fridge, liquid or solid. It may sound more like communism than community, but this egalitarian policy has many advantages. As an intern especially, I had the opportunity to remove much more than I ever packed into the device. Plus, systematically trying all of your co-workers’ favorite drinks is a great office bonding experience.

Even our espresso machine reflects preparation of a warm office atmosphere. The boss realized early that everyone in the office drinks caffeinated coffee, and was therefore able to spend twice as much on only one machine. The result: everyone enjoys the same fancy, foreign brew as their cubicle neighbor, which serves as a comfort AND a conversation-piece. Oh, and we put up a “Decaf Need Not Apply” sign.

In sum, I guess the team does highlight community on the micro scale. The sometimes-conscious group effort may not benefit our office life in the same manner that it does our customers, but the two are related. I’ll get back to you when I figure out how.

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media.

-John the Intern

I find it difficult to deny today's man-made environmental problems, but it's even tougher to remember all of the trendy, new ways to minimize my carbon footprint. Never before were eco-friendly suggestions so ubiquitous, and this leads me to fondly remember a youth when the truth was a bit more convenient. One ozone-saving precaution has been advertised since at least the 90's, though, and to good effect: carpooling.

But in the urban sprawl of South Florida, do any of my co-workers actually live close enough to conserve-n'-swerve? Even if they did, it would be nearly impossible to agree upon radio pre-sets. Sure--the gang consolidates into one vehicle on the way to lunch, but this is usually thrown out when individual errands need running afterwards. Since I began working, there has been but one exception to this pattern: when one DailyMe staffer dropped his car off at the shop after lunch, we consolidated into my "whip" for the ride back to headquarters.

Admittedly, this was the first time a respectable, non-relative adult sat on my passenger side. And even though I had more than a fair warning, it didn't strike me until the door opened that there might be a code of conduct for this sort of thing. Not that I hadn't done the obvious housekeeping, I cleared trash from the floor, and even turned off my guilty-pleasure music (Devo, obviously) --but I figured that wasn't enough. In an impromptu attempt to satisfy my co-worker, I blurted out those famous words:

"Is this an all right level for the air conditioning? Oh, and that seat reclines."

As a long-time car passenger, I'd formerly wondered WHY people ask those two rapid-fire comfort questions. I mean: if human bodies are all comparably sensitive to temperature, can my notch-of-choice really damage the guy? Plus, the passenger seat in a sedan always reclines. The experience taught me that these quirky inquiries are necessary only for the driver's peace-of-mind. Much like the restaurateur lavishes a food critic with a nice table, I had to offer comfort to the passenger before his time came to judge my driving skills. Because that is the real underlying fear.

My driving skills were well-honed, however, and my living cargo seconded that. I was left with only one concern. My 'faux-lleague' (as an intern, I'm hardly an equal) was only given an estimated time to pick up his car, and we ran the risk of getting back to the store too early. I knew that waiting with him would only cut deeper into my daily break-time, but did my obligation to the man extend farther than a quick drop-off? After all, we'd already been through so much together (6 traffic lights, two times a-piece). I ultimately decided to stay with him until the job was done, but this verdict lacked moral foundation. His "car place", it turns out, was attached to one of my favorite wholesale retail stores'you know, the type that gives away food samples.

So whether or not I made the right decision, the real winner was the environment (and driver/passenger conversation). When the environment gets the gold medal, we get valuable rain. Keep it up!

--John the Intern

No member of the civilian labor force is perfect, so it follows that every worker-bee is bound to forget the occasional item at home. It's a mistake of varying consequence (I pity the Ghostbuster who leaves without his proton pack), but one that we must accept as inevitable. After all, we are the same people who choose to leave our raw personalities at the door each morning...and can you name any possession more valuable than those (besides TiVo).

But seriously, it's a fact of the conventional job: an employee is expected to put certain parts of his or her true character in the backseat during the workweek. Office employees are united for their compatible work skills/aspirations, but not much else (say something to the effect that this is a weird unspoken understanding amongst workers that is not taught in high school or college).

Most office workers, however, find means of channeling their personalities WITHIN the guidelines of "P-squared" (Productivity + Political-correctness). In a formal bureaucracy, this often takes the form of a "wacky" necktie, or desk-photos of the family. An intimate environment like DailyMe, on the other hand, leaves things a bit more open. Cell phones are allowed at all times, so I learn a good deal from my co-workers' various ring-tones. Not only does this expose me to the general music tastes around the office, but it gives me a small, foggy looking-glass into each person's relationships. For example, the guy in the cube next to me downloaded a song that exclusively rings for his wife's calls; he always picks these up before the second ring. And I don't know who calls one of the other guys with the theme tune from Beverly Hills Cop, but the person usually gets screened. My colleagues' tones range from mainstream to esoteric, the most random of which is possessed by a programmer who sits "caddy-cube" to me. Nothing says "kid at heart", though, like a Nokia jiggling to the theme of a ‘70’s Japanese cartoon that never aired in the U.S., so this only bolsters his friendly office reputation.

At the end of the day, I suppose our office is far from the extreme of personality-filtering. One can argue that this is a result of our work's creative nature, but that's hardly an excuse. Just think about the graphic designers who find little inspiration at a creative agency, or, inversely/ironically, the TV comedians who aren't funny around their families. .

But we are establishing a whole lot more-our new site, namely-in the upcoming weeks , so keep in touch.

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media.

-John the Intern