Heyday as Therapy

I wanted to write a cleverly intellectual blog post as my last act at Heyday, to show off my English major skills and everything that I’ve learned this summer. But alas, I sit here on my final day congested, hoarse, and sucking on a cough drop as if that’s what’s keeping me alive. Regardless, here I go, thanking Heyday and cursing time for moving so fast.

I love books. It’s a fact. After all, I’m majoring in English. And even though I have my occasional—okay, frequent—existential major crises, I try to never forget my love of words and the bound volumes that contain them. So naturally, I have always been curious about publishing.

I didn’t quite know what my summer was going to be like, but I did know what I wanted it to be like. I didn’t care how much mailing I had to do or coffee I had to fetch, I wanted to intern at a publishing company. Much to my surprise, when my search seemed most futile, I got my wish (sans the coffee-fetching), and found more in it than I expected to.

What I got at Heyday was more than just an internship. I felt respected every day that I worked here. I felt like I could be heard. And the more time I spent here, the more I felt a part of this place. I learned and engaged with the catalog from A to Z, I felt ecstatic joy when the new website finally went up, I wracked my brains for a good title during launch meetings. And really, it all came down to working for something I wholeheartedly respect and believe in (and which did the same for me).

While I was here, I really began to see myself working in publishing in an area I never even expected. It’s always just been something I said in response to obnoxious questions about my future degree in English: “Oh, no…I don’t want to teach…I’m thinking maybe I’ll go into publishing.” But now I actually feel like I can say with some confidence, “I’m interested in going into publishing.” I felt those anxieties and existential crises ebb away, at least a little bit.

As a sleep-deprived, slightly confused college student, I was intimidated at first to meet Malcom, the founder of Heyday. But it turned out to be really rewarding to hear him talk about Heyday and his thoughts on publishing. It was also nice to hear him say that, at least upon initial impressions, he saw a place for me in that world too.

I will miss groggily taking the bus in the morning (and making friends with the bus driver), feeling instantly happy to be at work (with the help of some tea), making excel spreadsheets and navigating the databases, using the postage machine (well, I think it’s fun), attending meetings and meeting authors (and feeling like I belonged), immediately going to Trader Joe’s after work (and buying more food than I need), and much more.

Leaving, although sad, is not disheartening. Something tells me I’m going to have a lot fewer existential crises in the following months. Oh and plus, now I know some great books to buy once they are released.

—Fiona Hannigan, Sales and Marketing Intern