Melbourne, AUSTRALIA – It had started as just another work experience placement, and for all my wistful aspirations, I had begun the week prepared to spend four of my five days making coffees and copies.
It would be best, I reasoned, to have low expectations as I embarked on a week at The Herald Sun. That way, I figured, I could only be pleasantly surprised. When I relayed this contention to Mother Dearest, however, she simply scolded me for being so “cynically optimistic.”
Little did I know that, come Friday, I would have played supermodel at a photo-shoot, waxed lyrical with a librarian about tennis, unearthed an 1852 newspaper – complete with an 1852 advertisement for fly spray – and, come Friday, made the dramatic transition from student to CEO. Sort of.
This is, I'm told, where ‘Rupert’ sits. Indeed, atop the 13th floor (something of a Shangri-La; a lofty executive stronghold), I'm relishing the chance to just take in the view. The spire of the Arts Centre teeters in my periphery, and after squinting to clarify, I spy a ballerina posing for a photo-shoot – on the roof of the theatre.
Just another day at the office, I think, reclining back into Mr. Murdoch's padded seat. Click here to read the rest.