Sunday 10 April 2011

PR experience

Once again the time has come to find work experience that I am forever told will 'further my career in ways I couldn't even imagine'. As a creative writer myself, I think I am more than capable of imagining how it could affect my career as I feel I will be doing an awful lot of tea runs and licking stamps! Brilliant. I have worked for the PR company Primal PR before but this time I will be working in their London office (very excited about this!) I have dreams of working within the PR industry and where better to do that than in London ay? Fingers crossed if I impress them enough, I may even be able to get my foot in the door with them permanently for a bit after university! Talking of which, is nearing the end of my half way point! My 2nd year exam take place in less than 2 months and I am beginning to panic with the extreme essay, portfolio and revision workload that is surrounding me at present. But forever onwards! My goal is to finish this year on a solid 2:1 minimum, and aim to push that to a high 2:1 or even a 1st degree by the time I leave. Wish me luck! However for now, I need to organise a fish costume for a birthday on Wednesday - as you can see, I take my work very seriously! x

Sunday 13 March 2011

Phone + alcohol = disaster, regret and embarassment

As everyone knows, taking out your phone after a night of copious jagerbombs, double vodka redbull's and sambuca shots is never, and I repeat NEVER, a good idea. And yet we continue to do so.

Just last night I made this very mistake.

I will set the scene: It was the student union. I had been drinking for around 4 hours. And all of my friends were primarily pre-occupied in some way or another.... I on the one hand, was pretty bored. I knew that a guy I liked (and who I had been told liked me) was going to be out so I text him. No reply.

Our little 'game' had been going on for about 2 months where we would go out for drinks, make out at clubs and flirt in lectures. And yet he was still to make 'THE move'. So I was a little frustrated to find out that he wasn't out at all, after making me promise I would go. I was drunk, and annoyed at the fact it had been yet another unsuccessful night, and so sent him a rather aggressive message:

"You told me to come out, so I did, and you're not even here. I pretty much give up now. I don't know what else I can do. Hand my books back to the library by the 15th, you don't neet my student card."

The standard 'I'm sorry, I was drunk text' followed this morning and he seemed to take it well.

All I am thinking about now is having to see him at uni and actually have a conversation with him. Not fun. I will let you know how it goes, but the moral of this story ladies: KEEP YOUR PHONE IN YOUR BAG.

Love S.