Monday, 29 March 2010

First impression

Good day at work. Seems like I'll get to do a lot.

Somewhat embarrassed at my lack of journalistic work experience but otherwise way cool. Tomorrow they're going to publish my first blog post for them. Yey.

My work place is right in the centre of London by the way, rather bizarre. I get to join all the suit-types in the tube, pretending I'm just as cool as everyone else and like totally know where I'm going. Inside my head I'm doing a little victory dance every time I get it right.

Because that's just how I roll.

Sunday, 28 March 2010

London calling


Made it to London today. I'm here to do two internships.

As stupid as this may sound, I hadn't previously quite realised I'll be living in London. I'd only thought about the work aspect but now that I'm here I finally realise I can do all sorts of fun stuff as well.

I need to visit the museums, possibly see a show in West End and then on top of all that I get to spend time with my friends living in London!

I quite like this.

My headbands made it here too.


Wednesday, 3 March 2010

Future

February-March always seems to bring up the f-word.

Future. What am I going to do with my life?

I will soon have two postgraduate degrees so it's about time I enter the working world. And I'm quite happy to do so.

The question is, what will I do? Where do I go?

Well, to be honest, I know what I want to do. Get elected as a member of the European Parliament. But the question is more about what do I want to do before that.

I applied to my pretty much ideal job at The Economist so fingers crossed I get that. Ideally I think I would like to work in London or Brussels where I have friends. And I would want to work with something that combines the EU, writing and online content.

I suppose I should do what everyone else does and just apply everywhere. It's just that I really need to love what I do order to do it well. I would rather move somewhere completely new, where I don't know anyone and do a job I love than just settle with something.

I'm not a settler.

Do you know a place where they'd hire a megalomaniac EU journalist?