...where the streets are busy and the clothes are pretty. Take me home. As many of you already know, I spent a month of my summer in swingin' London and had a whale of a time. To be quite, honest, saying that "I found my place in the world" would truly be the understatement of my lifetime. Ever since my return, dreams of Fashion and PR have been swirling around my head and the scheming to make it back across the pond has been a never-ending process.While perusing PR Couture (which has become one of my blog-reading must haves), I found an entry written by Jenny Raja about her experience as a Fashion PR intern in London. Besides being able to feel the envy come oozing out of my very being, I felt a little reality check come lightly tapping on the corner of my brain. During her stint in London, Jenny had a great time, but she also makes mention of meticulous clothes/merchandise sorting, hours of quality time with her Microsoft Office programs, and the jaded attitudes of her older and more experienced co-workers. All of these downsides are not aspects of the job I had considered, but I mean, naturally. One doesn't usually drool over a dream career day and night and think about the endless nights of paperwork, long flights, and stress that could potentially lead to hairloss. It wasn't all bad though and the glam factor definitely didn't eldude her while she was there and acutally made quite a few cameos from the sound of things.
Despite the hairloss, I'd still give my left leg to enjoy and experience an opportunity like that.
Hope everyone is having a right proper week end.
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2 comments:
Good insight, but everyone must start somewhere in their respective fields.
Right proper indeed. I'm glad you're finding blogs you like.
As an aside, my son has some interesting lyrics to that song you quoted (Paradise City/Guns n Roses, right?)
Can't print them here :-0
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