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We just made some promotions at the magazine. Josh Fehnert takes the position of editor, Nolan Giles is coming back to London from Zürich to be executive editor, Nic Monisse is stepping up to be deputy design editor and Carlota Rebelo will be heading to Lisbon in 2022 to set up our new outpost in the city. Three of these people – Josh, Nic and Carlota – joined our company as interns and all have been star turns. After Josh completed his internship, there was no immediate journalistic role to take so he ended up working on the front desk, answering readers’ calls, delivering the post, organising couriers. He’s since made a pretty impressive climb up the masthead, showing all the nimbleness of an alpine goat. And this is still a good route into Monocle (internships, not scree-covered paths): our new researcher, Carolina, started with us as an intern just months ago.
But how would we run an effective intern programme if nobody was in the office? How would you get people simply to learn by osmosis as decisions about editing or making a page are made? How could you make the process of training simple? And fun. And also one that leaves new hires with supportive friendships, sage mentors, networks?
Back in the mists of time this was also my route into journalism. I had no contacts, no experience, no fancy education, just a certain single-mindedness. I applied for every job going with no luck – I failed to get a foothold on a slimming magazine, a society magazine and also on Ro-Ro News, a title aimed at the roll-on roll-off freight operator (it seemed to come with the promise of regular travel to Singapore and I did get an interview for that one at least). In the end I went the internship route and was taken in by Time Out. I was a terrible writer and a poor editor but by watching, being around people and listening, I was able to get going. This is just one of the many reasons why I am pleased that Monocle is not a group of remote workers but a team that comes together in the office. Sure, every day lots of people are travelling, out reporting or finishing a story from home but it is a proper team.
This week there have been reports about the trouble brewing at magazine company Hearst’s operations in the US. The firm has told people to return to the offices to work for one day a week now, rising to three days a week in 2022 and this has triggered much anger and legal action from the union representing staff on magazines such as Cosmopolitan. After months of working from home, people don’t want to come back. It is also one of those stand-offs that reminds you of the downsides of working in a large media company – the utter lack of trust and general belligerence. But as an outsider you do wonder how any of these – mostly US – companies will manage to hold on to any company culture, to ever rebuild camaraderie. Let alone to open the door to people from ordinary backgrounds who want to find a job in the media.
Illustration: Mathieu De Muizon
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This week I had my coronavirus booster. The vaccination centre was run with incredible efficiency and, even after all these months of delivering jabs, the team seemed full of jollity. Except the woman tasked with giving me my injection. “Have they warned you about the bad reaction you might get?” she asked. “No,” I said scanning for potential escape routes. “Yes, lots of people seem to be sick if they are mixing vaccine manufacturers – like you are. I was really bad after my booster.”
This was not helpful but I had another more pressing issue to clear up first: my phobia of needles. I explained that I would need to look away and would prefer not to see the needle at any point. “OK,” she replied before changing the topic and asking me where I worked. I explained that I was a journalist for a magazine and she asked what topics we covered and then enquired – as she went to jab me – how it was faring in the current market. I was just starting to run her through the accounts when she said, “No need to answer, I was only asking to distract you.”
As I put my jacket back on, she enquired where I was going next and I told her that I was en route to the office – “You know the one belonging to the magazine that you don’t care about.”
“Wow, you are confident. I made sure to book a day off. Good luck,” she said. I wondered, was this the woman we needed to be our tough, straight-talking foreign editor? She’d have Putin in a corner in no time. I was a fan. Although she might be disappointed to know that I had no side effects.