WANTED: Marketing/Communication Intern for Spring-Summer 2010
If you’re ready to make a serious contribution to a worthy cause—rehabilitating the textbook industry—BookFool.com is offering real resume-building experience in Marketing, PR, and Event Planning.
BookFool.com is an independent, rapidly growing East Nashville textbook seller. Though not a large company, we do have a big impact, and there is still time to write yourself into the BookFool story in a profound way.
WHO WE NEED
We’re looking for a detail-oriented intern who can work independently and communicate professionally. This includes writing, which you will be doing a lot of.
Your official title will be Marketing Intern with a direct report to our Minister of Communication (Marketing Director), but like everyone at BookFool, you will wear many hats. Responsibilities include:
- Writing and distributing press releases.
- Helping establish and maintain our presence in social media.
- Researching and writing critical marketing reports.
- Making phone calls on behalf of the Fool.
- Compiling media lists and building media relations.
- Setting up new business relationships with schools and professors.
- Finding new ways to grow the Fool’s media reach.
- Much more…
Past marketing interns have created and curated a haiku contest for the Tomato Art Fest, painted a 15-foot mural of one of our favorite poems, written numerous blog posts, built media contact lists, and more.
APPLY
This internship pays $7.25/hr. You must have occasional transportation to our East Nashville location, though some of your work can be done from home. Please send resume with references and a writing sample to this email address.
David: Marketing Intern to the Stars
We have brought another capable, creative intern into our Foolish fold. David comes to us from Belmont U. and will be writing, researching, and much more. As with Eileen before him, I will let him introduce himself:
A long time ago, in the land of Kansas—a place where all things are flat, wheaty and magical, where houses fly in tornados and smash wicked witches, and where sparkly red slippers are valued over any other earthly possession—a mother gave birth to a son and named the child David, for she knew in her heart that one day he would become a king. That child grew up to be me. Not a king. Oops.
Sometimes I reflect on my childhood and realize that, well, I could have been a king if I had really wanted to. In fact, I’m fairly certain that everything about me—except for maybe my blood?—is indeed royal. The problem was that, around the age of eleven, I acquired something that got in the way of my kingship: a guitar. As soon as I began playing the “obnoxious thing,” I realized that I was meant to be a punk rock star. And to be punk rock, you have to be an anarchist. Go figure. I couldn’t be a king anymore.
As high school rolled around, I moved on from punk rock to hardcore (that’s “HxC” in shorthand). It was a step that made my parents really proud. High school also gave the little anarchist in me some much needed nourishment: dystopian literature. Huxley and Orwell became two of my heroes. I also began to realize that maybe—just maybe—books could be interesting. A novel idea, it was.
Since my early years, I’ve migrated all over the country, finally winding up in a college where I study Religion and English because I’m a nerd. These days, I play music, read books, ride my bike and keep a music blog. Also, my favorite of the cheeses is Brie.
Every Foolish court needs a king, right? Welcome, David!
