Upon arriving home, I took myself straight into the town centre with the intention to buy food for this evening's dinner. As soon as I entered the Arndale Centre, I felt as though I had been thrown unceremoniously into a loony-bin. I passed one woman with three children hanging around her ankles (yes, hanging), while she screamed obscenities at them. I was then approached by a man who was trying to convince me he needed ten pounds for a sausage roll from Greggs. Hmmm.
After my delightful visit to town, I was soon heading home, eager to see my brothers who both happened to have a day off. I arrived home with treats for both; two sausage rolls and two jam doughnuts received a very warm reception and they were consumed within seconds.
A few hours after my return, my sister made a visit with her newly acquired puppy, Rudy. I was ecstatic. I am your typical giddy female, whose knees go weak at the sight of a tiny bundle of fur, happy to receive my affection.
Isn't he an absolute cutie? I insisted on carrying him around like a small child and cooing in-cohesive noises incessantly into his tiny ears.
Tomorrow I start my shift back at Pizza Express, and I cannot wait. I think it's been a whole week (perhaps longer, actually) before I've worked there and I miss the buzz of running around after tables, adrenaline pumping and tips building before my eyes. I received two lovely texts from two of my favourites at work, both telling me how much they missed me *head goes big with appreciation* and I realised I couldn't wait to go back. This will be short-lived, I'm sure. All those I have worked with will vouch for the fact that within minutes of serving, I'm back at the dessert area bitching about the customers and generally complaining about the job.
After a catch-up weekend with Pizza Express, I start my second placement in Richmond. Having interviewed for a job role, as well as a paid placement with a different PR company, that for morality reasons I won't mention by name, I am balancing between the two companies, with a fairly certain idea of which I would rather work for.
Lucre, the company for which I begin work for on Tuesday, is a consumer based PR company, with offices based in Richmond and Leeds. Just from the image on their website, you can get a feel for the type of PR company they are.
The clients for which Lucre have worked with include Russell Hobbs, The Disney Store, Revolution and Jet2.com (apparently only people that live up north have heard of this airline, and being a southerner I can vouch for this).
The girl who interviewed me for the placement has been lovely, and has stayed in touch with me over the weeks via e-mail to let me know of the goings-ons within the latest company clients and keeping me up-to-date, so that I don't feel totally oblivious when I start. I have also been ordered a laptop and a telephone, and I will be working in a mini office in an open-plan space; to give the impression of working individually, without being cut off from the rest of the office.
I've also got the benefit of being able to plan my outfit, because having been to an interview already, I have seen the office attire. I am pleased to tell you that the ladies all wore skirts and shirts, or something relative to that, as well as wearing smart shoes. Yes!
It's nine o'clock now. I last saw my boyfriend at eight o'clock this morning and I miss him terribly. I'm dreading going to sleep alone already, so I'll be putting off bed-time for quite some time. Over the last few weeks, we have been going to bed at around half nine in the evening, exhaustion and the general desire to cuddle up together taking over fairly earlier than usual.
I'll be returning to my boyfriend's with yet more clothes and books, as this placement lasts six weeks and I'm beginning to tire of living without all of my possessions. Jaimin says he'll get me a book-case.
I might even try to sneak in my rug and scatter cushions from my bedroom back home.
And Rudy can hide in my bag until I proudly announce to the house that we have a new pet.
We have a new pet?
ReplyDeletePerhaps not, if my sister has anything to do with it. She'd go nuts if I took him to London!
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