I acquired an internship in May before school let out! It's at a publishing press near campus. So far, I've done lots of paperwork, organizing files, cleaning out old information, alphabetizing documents, and the such. I'm pretty sure I've handled over thousands of pages of information within a few weeks now thanks to that press.
My biggest task lately has been shredding old contracts and manuscripts. I fill two giant orange trash bags every time I sit at the shredder. I even have my method down pact now. I take a chair from the kitchen, sit in front of the shredder, and feed it paper until I have to empty it or it overheats. I've overheated the shredder at least twice by now. Every now and then someone talks to me when they come to use a printer. Our conversations range from movie recommendations to "You're going to be an expert shredder by the time you leave here."
Every now and then, I get to sit in on meetings. The last meeting I attended was a production meeting. They talked about the progress of books, title changes, who's doing what, and other bookish information. An author even came to speak at the meeting. He gave a spill on the importance of his book and why he thinks it'll make an impact on readers. The marketing people gobbled up the information and wanted more. I just wanted to read his book.
After the author talked a good bit, we went around the room and introduced ourselves. I thought I would be left out since I'm only a summer intern for about 2 months and a half. However, they asked me to introduce myself. My introduction went along the lines of, "My name's Hannah, and I'm the summer intern here. And I, uh, shred paper." The entire group of people, which was almost everyone in the press but two people, burst into laughter. It's a good thing I don't blush readily or else my embarrassment would've shown all over my face. I'm pretty sure I had an embarrassed expression on my face the entire time, and I tried to hide my face by looking down and holding it in my hand. I couldn't stop giggling every few seconds even after the author left. I had planned my response for a long time ago, and I did mean for it to be funny, but at the same time, it was a bit embarrassing to have my superiors actually laugh at my joke.
Even funnier is that the office loved my line. In fact, my supervisor told me someone told her it was the best line in the whole meeting. A little comedy can go a long way.