So you remember me telling you about how I had an interview last week for a PR Comms Assistant job? Of course you all do.
Well I have some news to share with you all….drum roll please…
I GOT THE JOB!
You really cannot fathom how excited and giddy i still am! I found out yesterday morning, whilst i was on the Megabus heading to London for the night. The waiting game was horrible and it was either going to be a great night in London, or i was going to be sulking all weekend. It was definitely the former.
I wanted to scream that i had a job on the bus, but i didn’t think many people would appreciate it so instead i squealed to my best friend, proceeded to ring my parents and grandparents, text all my friends, tweet and facebook the news all the while trying to contain my inner screams about how i now have a full time job and its a job to do with my degree.
So yes, London was amazing. Me and my friend spent a few hours together before meeting the friend we were staying with. We ate lunch in Hyde Park, watched an Indian film being made at Trafalgar Square. Walked in and then back out of Tate Modern, ‘shopped’ on Oxford Street, drank with the posh people before heading to Below Zero and having 40 minutes in the ice room drinking. The we went to an Italian restaurant next door where we were joined by another friend. Me and my friend proceeded to drink a bottle of Prosecco then on to the last pub where we had more drink. So to say i was drunk would be an understatement. I had an amazing day/night in London and even had one last drink at 1pm today in Wetherspoons in Victoria station before catching the bus home, hungover and tired. (And this is someone who hardly drinks anymore. I really packed it in didn’t i?!)
I really cannot wait to start in two weeks time. 2013 wasnt looking that grand for me. My luck has been non-existent for nearly a year now but thank you so much (I’m thinking you are waiting for this post haha) for believing in me enough to offer me this job and i look forward to becoming a part of the company and working my butt off!
Here’s to handing in my notice on Wednesday for NEXT 😀
And here’s to going to sleep now- I’m surprised I’m still up…
I am rubbish at keeping up with this blog…possibly due to having the most boring life ever at the moment.
And Taylor Swift says being 22 is amazing. She was lying. Greg James’s version is much more accurate.
My last few posts have been about my weight loss, my job and my book blog. They are all going great. I am 3 pounds off 2 stone now, so i’m pushing hard to get this uni weight off. My book blog is going great too, I’m making some really good contacts, and making great friends with authors as well as receiving advanced copies of books and being a part of such a friendly community.
And I am still working part-time although i don’t earn over £200 a month. Being skint even on payday isn’t an awesome feeling.
BUT, and its a fingers-crossed-this-works-out-for-me BUT…I have two, yes, two interviews next week. Well one really, as i think one is an induction. The induction one is for a library assistant for 6 weeks during the Cardiff uni exam period. It’s good money and that is something i am in dire need of at the moment, but i also want to do this job as I want my career to involved books in some way. Being a library assistant is a little foot in the door.
Now the second interview is for a PR Communications Assistant. I apply for so many FT jobs that I lose track of where i have applied so i need to dig deep with research with this company as i cant remember applying for it, but its a job which i think i would do pretty great in as its to do with my degree. Its a 6 months contract with a chance of being permanent, and if i do get it and i being permanent then it means i can move back out of my family home and FINALLY get my own place. So everyone, please cross your fingers for me because i really want this job and i want out of my PT job as retail is not all its cracked up to be anymore (Sorry if you love retail, its just not for me anymore)
I’ll let you all know how i get on and if i get the job. I hope I do, it involves writing, marketing and publishing and i want to get into marketing and publishing books so its another foot in the door! Eee i’m nervous and excited for next week now, but heres to my luck hopefully looking up.
Until next time!
As you can tell from this blog, I am currently studying Journalism and going into my final year in September to begin the onslaught of my dissertation and other major projects in hope that I graduation next year.
But since this one story has rocketed the news, I had to voice my opinions on it as many have done.
This week of November, the 1st-7th, is National Adoption week, which encourages people to come forward to start their adoption procedures.
National Adoption Week was launched in 1997 and this year sees its 30th anniversary of helping people adopt children who are in need of a loving family. The theme for this year’s campaign is ‘Every child deserves a family.’
This is aimed at families who wish to adopt the children who have been waiting the longest – older children, brothers and sisters, and children from ethnic minority backgrounds.
There are a few myths surrounding whether or not people can adopt, and most of them, apart from the few, which include criminal records, are lies. Many of the myths seem to be aimed at your age, that if you are over 40 you cannot adopt. That is absolute rubbish. My aunt and uncle were early 40’s when they went through the adoption process. And it also does not matter about sexual orientation. Whether you are gay or straight, you have the right to make a child’s life happy.
I have decided to write about NAW, because two of my cousins are adopted. It is a long process and it can be tiresome, lasting months, years even. My aunt and uncle decided to adopt after countless miscarriages. They knew the process would be a long one, but they were determined to adopt and have their own family, the one they wanted so badly. Continue reading
Recently I’ve been getting over heartbreak. It probably doesn’t show on my face or in my actions because I have THE best friends a girl could have but there’s still a teeny-weeny tinge in my chest whenever He comes into my mind or He shows up by updating his facebook status (which is rarely may i add!) But one question I want to pose to everyone out there is why does it seem to take girls longer than guys to get over a break-up?
Every year thousands upon thousands of students decide that carrying on their education and going to university is the best option for them. Especially now as the recession is causing many businesses to fall apart and jobs are being lost because there is no work to be done. I know from experience as my dad has lost his job and my mum is on the verge of losing hers. But university seems to be a way of spending 3 years with a massive student loan which all goes to waste on alcohol and night club entries anyway, leading to lectures being missed every once in a while (or nearly every day for some people) and just either blagging your way through the 3 years or failing them.
I’ve only just started my second year, but I know that in my first year all my money just seemed to vanish. Living in halls, it was simpler to ‘keep control’ of the money you had. Student loan companies would transfer money into your account and as soon as it went in, it went straight to the halls of residence, leaving you with a substantial amount of money to last you a few months before the next instalment, but alas, as a fresher you want to meet as many people as possible and make new friends, so going out is essential, and with no money, that’s what an overdraft is for. I’ve never been in my overdraft, as I sneakily took money out of my savings account, but I know plenty of people who are hundreds of pounds into it and even their loan doesn’t cover getting back out of it.
That’s the scary thought, imagine going so far into your overdraft that no matter what you do, you just can’t get out of it. One of my housemates boyfriend is so far in, every time his wages go in, the overdraft sucks the money up so he is completely skint every month because of it. Maybe that is his own fault, maybe he shouldn’t have been going out every night spending god knows how much on drinks and entries fees, but then university, wouldn’t be university without getting pissed every night.
Kenya is such an amazing country. It has amazing people and an amazing culture, and I was so privileged to have spent a month with such caring and loving Kenyans who were so happy that 50 teenagers were keen to be a part of their life for the 30 days we were in the beautiful country experiencing their way of life and indulging in their culture.