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Having Mondays off is proving to be quite a catch without a catch. No, I don’t laze around the sofa (though sometimes I do ask my self why not?!). I have a part-time internship with a magazine. Once again, as I don’t reveal my work places, I cannot reveal too much about where I work except that it’s not a massive publication. And interestingly enough, it doesn’t rely on PRs nor advertisers. Which is odd because how does it make money? That part I cannot answer. Because, frankly, I lack the slightest idea.

The good news is I’m writing actual published fashion pages. TICK.

The bad news is that my week looks a little like this:
Monday – magazine
Tue, Wed, Thur – lectures
Thur – work after lectures (the weekend job)
Fri – lectures
Sat and Sunday – work

So not only do I have no time to CHILL, I also have no time to do university work. And that’s a whole other issue in itself which I wont bore you with.

Not sure what exactly a lie-in feels like anymore. All I’m concentrating on is getting EXPERIENCE! Because godammit it’s been nearly three years and that is the only word on my lips.

I sound like a bore. And frankly I am. In trying to schedule a meeting with a friend earlier this week, I had to push it back because every day that she mentioned, I had either work or university, or BOTH!

And the only reason I’m doing this is because I keep thinking I will reap the rewards soon (if soon means before the age of 30. Right now I’m 20).

This time I want to reflect on this past month in particular. What I failed to blog was that I quit LFW. I just couldn’t do 12 hour days, no lunch, and then being hated for wanting to leave. And although I had one of the best positions around, my heart just wasn’t in it. Before LFW, I had never quit anything. But come the end of it, I’ve quit twice.

Remember the invites I didn’t give out? 1st quit. And now this. 2nd quit.

Before this job, I looked down on quitters. I was my own drill marshal, shouting WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT FOOD?! KIDS ARE STARVING ALL OVER THE WORLD FOOL. But that marshal voice seems to have silenced lately. I miss my own PUSHING voice at the back of my head telling me to give it 121% and nothing less. Before LFW, I was the hardest worker I knew – I did everything right, and what’s worse? I actually did everything right!

So my spirits have dampened. I no longer feel like super-intern. I feel like a shity why-did-I-hire-this-idiot intern, to be honest.

Out of a group of about 120 of us interns at fashion week, 2 guys and I got selected to join the actual managerial team to work with them in the offices!

So while the other interns spent the day cleaning, moving furniture and heavy boxes, I was sat at a laptop creating guest lists and calling modeling agencies. It was bliss!

I guess it just goes to show to always do as much as you can and more!

*Taps self on the back*

Dear readers, I’ve come to a critical moment in my life. I am growing up. Yep. Actually growing up. Well, okay not actually growing up. I’m growing up vicariously through someone.
You see, a friend of mine got a job at a national newspaper. An actual PAID job and actual NATIONAL NEWSPAPER.

She is a few years older than me so the fact that I’m still making tea on internships is not too disheartening. In fact, I couldn’t be more happy for her!
But you know the moment in Friends when Ben is born and Rachel says ‘I can’t believe one of us actually has one of those [a baby]’ and Chandler replies ‘I still am one of those’…well that’s how I feel right now. I can’t believe that one of us actually has one of those! And strangely, I’ve gotten so used to being an intern, that I’m not sure I’m ready for more. Does anyone feel like internships don’t challenge workies enough? Or am I asking for trouble?!

A friend of mine, doing a few weeks at The Guardian, has picked up a very good piece of advice. Journalists told her to SPECIALISE in a field. The competition is brutal, so the best thing to do is become a master in one field.

Just like make-up artist Louise Constad says those who call themselves  ”make-up artists, stylist AND a hair dressers”, all in one , are usually not as good because their energy and talents are spread, giving the client quantity and not quality.

That’s what I’m working on now. I’ve chosen my field: fashion. I’ve realised there isn’t much point of me working returning to the news desk as I won’t pick up anything on fashion.

Though I do advise that if you want to be a magazine journalist, try a news desk on a national newspaper, too. I went into the game thinking I wanted to be a war correspondent – something ‘hard newsy’. Turns out the only war I want to report on is the one that happens on the ground floor of the Selfridges Boxing Day sale.

As I hoped, the PR job was not to be my last workie position of the summer.

I received an e-mail yesterday saying I got accepted to help out at London Fashion Week. AAAH!! I’m VERY excited about that one.