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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).

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University lectures are SO boring right now. I have ZERO motivation to do school work. So what do I do? I escape university for a week and go to a national newspaper instead. Woop!

Will update you on how that goes – my work experience week is next month!

I’m hoping to go from:                  to:

Uni is, alas, in full swing now. So what do I do now? I can’t just sit back and let all my hard summer’s work go to waste just because I have dozens of other deadlines…right? Hmmm…! Well I don’t want to…and thus I’m trying my hand at freelancing. Why? Well mainly because it’s a substantial part of a university project, and also because I’m clearly addicted to rejection. Whatever…does me no harm right?

I’m interviewing an ethical designer right now, trying to get it published somewhere. Anywhere. Do you want it? Oh go on.

Oh sweet desperation *whistles to herself whilst looking at the stars in central London*…

*realises that the star was in fact just another plane. And now ponders on a song called “wishing on a planeee…..” *

Just replace each ‘star’ in this song with an ‘airplane’

BoB and Hayley Williams know what I’m talking about

Well that was a bit of a digression. Can’t say I don’t go multimedial (new word) on the blog, now can you?

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.

Interning for fashion week isn’t ending up to be the best job I’ve done. I’ve spent five hours running around London, personally hand delivering invitations to buyers. In the rain. And I’m ill.

That’s five hours of me hopelessly trying to find an area, then the street, and then the building number. All in pouring rain. By the fourth hour, I felt like crying. And I did end up breaking into tears after I searched for one address for over half an hour only to reach the door step and be told the recipient has moved.

The most frustrating thing is I did not get through my whole 200 invites. I gave up. Being a defeatist has never been my thing and I feel SO disappointed in myself that I didn’t make it.

As I was delivering the first batches, all I kept thinking to myself was one day, when I’m reaping the rewards, I’ll look back on today and be so grateful that I’m in a better position. But for now, it’s back to running around. Someone has to do it.

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?!