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Slush Pile, Image Copyright and Blog Categories: a day in the life of a publishing intern

I got a reply from the author I contacted. Here’s her reply: Continue reading

Are they having a laugh?

Going to work this morning was a nightmare. There were people bloody everywhere, and the bus was mobbed. But that wasn’t the worst part of the day, it was feeling like I was back in school. Continue reading

Lunch Hour A-No-Go

Boss from Hell

Today was absolute hell.

The day started with the mid-week staff meeting. As it turns out, on Wednesday mornings I’m supposed to stop off at Starbucks on the way in to work, and get coffees and muffins for everyone to have at the mid-week staff meeting, then reimburse myself from petty cash. Continue reading

Day one…

First day at work, and things just aren’t getting any better. I had the route to work all mapped out. Unfortunately, this map was from what should have been my old apartment. So, even though I left the house at 8:15am, hoping to be early, I got totally turned around and lost. I had to ask for directions like three times, plus it was pissing down rain. By the time I got to the office it was 9:30. Continue reading

New flat

My new bedroom

First, I’d like to say thanks to all my mates who rang and sent texts with offers to come get me and bring me back down South. But, hopefully, all has been sorted. Continue reading

Clothing is not optional

D and I were supposed to hit Oxford Street last weekend, until D started going on about not having any money, and ‘I gotta wear a bloomin’ uniform. Whatda I need a new clothes for?’ I hate shopping alone, you look like such a looser. So, I didn’t go into the city after all.  

Instead, I’ve done a bit of shopping online. Continue reading

Keys in hand, ready to go

I am so excited. My keys arrived in the post. I feel like such a proper adult. Yeah, yeah. I lived in a flat with B and D in the last year of Uni, but to have a flat that I don’t share, that is all my own, is a real triumph. No more worrying about who took out the bins or who’s going to wash up. And, if I want to bring someone and pull on the sofa … or in the kitchen, or in the hallway … it’s no one else’s business. I’m an adult, and I can do it where ever I like, even in the butler’s pantry. (Check out more pictures of my new flat below.) Continue reading