Queen of Transcribing

It's over. Like Downton Abbey, all good things must come to an end. It's been amazing to peak in at a career that will one day be my own, meet the hard working journos that make the UK's two best-selling celebrity gossip mags and, last but by no means lest, inhale the scent of an ex-towie babe -- do you know what I mean?

The office was great, in the heart of my future home and (i've said it before and ill say it again) commuting to work for me was like motherhood, natural, my calling if you will.

Like any other regular commuter my Friday morning commute was spent bleary eyed and practically salivating over the prospect of my second coffee of the day. I was tired, cream-crackered if you will. And, though I may behave as though I'm on champagne wages, skint too -- I'd spent £40 on travel and around £6 a day on food (that's £70 BTW). So yeah, Londoners are poor, not just short of money, but time too.

I arrived at the office, and was greeted by the doorman as he opened the door. A far cry from Mondays The Devil Wears a SULA, today I was every bit The Devil Wears a New Look camel coat (lest I run before I can walk!).

Morning pleasantries were exchanged, they really are a lovely bunch in here (!), and I take MY seat at MY desk for the final time *heart broken emoji* . I'm also told my transcribing is really good (bow down to, HRH Queen of Transcribing) -- good times, good times.

Lunchtime is spent buying cards and sweets (lest they forget Malteaser girl) following Wednesdays malteaser victory AKA new twitter followers.

And then its over. And then the cherry on top of the end of my first ever internship. I GOT THE EDITORS FUCKING BUSINESS CARD, BOYS, AND IVE BEEN INVITED BACK. invited back! I leave the office looking like the Cheshire cat.

And what have I learned this week, I hear you eagily ask well I'll tell you!

1. It genuinely is not what you know but who you know.

2. Network, network, network

3. be confident and if you dont ask than of course you wont get!

And finally, I spent the first day on the brink of collapse due to dehydration, and the second day I very nearly wet myself all because I was too apologetic to go to the loo -- NO ONE REMEMBERS MARY MEEK. On the third day do you know what I thought to myself? where is this going to get you? Nowhere. Nowhere except on a drip or with wet knickers and lets face it The Devil will never ever where Wet Knickers.

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