Bonding at STARKMAN While Taking on the ‘Big Apple’

August 10, 2012

I’ve lived in Michigan virtually my entire life. I love the place. My family all lives in easy proximity, a fresh water lake is always just a stone’s throw away, and it is the home of the University of Michigan Wolverines. Go Blue!

People know me in my hometown of Grosse Pointe. I don’t feel obliged to call ahead to visit my friends. I always feel like I know someone even when I meet them for the first time. When I walk into the local Subway, they pretty much know that I’m a BLT-toasted-white bread-no mayo man.

Life moves a little slower in the Midwest. I was understandably scared beyond belief when I arrived on the shores of the Big Apple in June to begin an internship at a well-known public relations agency. I didn’t know a soul, and I was wondering how I’d fare in a town so reportedly ruthlessly competitive it garnered the saying, âEURoeIf you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere.

STARKMAN’s culture proved not to be what I expected. From the get-go my colleagues were incredibly supportive, understanding, and remarkably patient. Within a week I had a formal routine and felt like a valued member of the team. The company’s pace was incredibly frenetic, but I welcomed the challenge. Before long, I actually looked forward to coming to work.

I felt a strong bond with my colleagues. Whether discussing work-related issues or discussing what to order for âEURoeFoodie Fridays in the conference room, I gradually became less intimidated by the incredible professionalism and talents of my colleagues. I knew that I could go to anyone if I had trouble with an assignment or questions about anything going on. They all seemed to have a vested interest in my success.

Through my work on a STARKMAN account, I developed an interest and passion for business, particularly real estate. I’ve developed quite an understanding of the housing crisis, and I plan to continue judiciously reading business news, which is required at STARKMAN. And I’m more certain than ever that I’d like to pursue a career in public relations. It’s a far more intellectually challenging discipline than I expected.

I’m looking forward to returning home to Michigan and seeing my family and friends. But I’ve come to really like New York and will very much miss the place. Because once you develop a network of professional colleagues and friends, it doesn’t take long till the city starts feeling like home — and the local Subway guy instantly knows just how to make your sandwich.