Looking through my blog posts to date, it might seem like these past four months have been a continuous party, but that’s not the case. I’ve actually spent every Monday through Thursday interning at SWIFT, aka the Society for Worldwide Interbank Financial Telecommunications.
Yesterday I celebrate my last official day as a SWIFT intern. Unreal.
If you’re an avid follower of my blog (shoutout to my parents and grandparents) then you may remember my blog post about my first day at SWIFT. It was pretty rough. But since then it’s only gotten better and better, and now I can’t believe I’m leaving.
SWIFT is a strange place. Located about 30 minutes outside of Brussels in La Hulpe, it’s like a mini universe.
I worked directly with the head of internal communications, writing articles about exciting things like BlockChain and cyber security! As dope as that is, the most exciting part of my job is that I have the power to broadcast whatever I please on screens across SWIFT’s 35 international offices. For example, I could send this image to Kuala Lumpur in about 20 seconds:
That’s power, my friends.
Weirdly enough, the best part about my time here has been the company. While SWIFT has an “open desk” policy that encourages people to sit where they want on the massive campus, I’ve sat at the same desk every single day for the past four months, with the same handful of people.
Not to be cheesy, but spending eight hours a day with people from across the world definitely has widened my horizons. I’m also really used to hearing “Wow that’s sooooo American” and getting laughed at for my French accent. Just for that, here’s a little payback:
If I’m being honest, I’m really going to miss this place. It’s been a crazy semester out here in La Hulpe.