Well well, I am approaching the end of my experiencing week as a journalist for Broadcast. My finest moment? conquering my fear of uberphotocopiers - the ones that have so many options and so many buttons but no writing next to the buttons to tell you what that button means. Having nearly got fired from a job last year for not being able to work the copier, and then on using the Broadcast one for the first time and getting a paper jam instantly, I was adding 'photocopiers' to my list of 5 fears. I was happily offering to copy everything out long-hand five times. But then I got it. My proudest moment.
No, no. I have learnt a few things. I can publish things on websites and I can tell you all about the upcoming telly for 2008.
On a personal note this week, I had my first turn at running the shop in the pub I work at. This was meant to be plain-sailing because it was just a quiet Sunday night. But a group of regulars decided to get so blind drunk that one knocked over the Christmas tree and then spilt a tray of vodka shots all over himself. So I had to refuse to serve regular customers, which is a painful thing for a barmaid to do and a way to make you very unpopular with your 'friends'. I know put 'friends' in '' ever since my boyfriend told me that in the East End, a 'friend' is only your 'friend' if you have known them for ten years or more. Less than this, they are your buddy or your mate. 'Friend' can also be preceeded with the word 'gangster' in the pub he works at the as the source of this information.
Also in my week, I got a grand total of 3 hours of Christmas shopping done. Most of it actually turned out to be for myself. But then as I look at my miscellaneous trinkets of crap (also known as christmas presents), I come to wonder why I bought myself a pair of socks with reindeer on. for £2! Was I in the festive spirit? No, because Covent Garden was like something out of Dawn of the Dead or those mad american movies with Arnold who is hunting down for the only remaining toy in town.
And then I returned home to find an email from Tesco online, who very reassuredly told me that if I bought a CD online, it would most definately arrive in time for Christmas, but this new email informed me that it would not be despatched until Saturday. Sorry Ewan. You don't get anything until New Year. Bastards.
Even more desparate to go home now. As I am organising get togethers with old friends and the countdown begins: 1 week to go, I am in need of a glass of mulled wine, a sing song of Christmas carols, a play on my grand piano and a hug from my mum. T minus 4 days.
Tuesday 18 December 2007
Friday 7 December 2007
End of Experiencing week
Oh good lord, it's nearly the weekend. Have to say that i'm glad i'm not here for just a week because it has gone by so quickly. I've learnt all about putting things onto websites, so now i feel fully teched up. modern journalist, me.
talking of modern journalism, i've noted something about the online world of blogging and newswriting. How many capitals and correct grammar is in this blog? I reckon that, in another few years, all grammar will be defunct and we will, in a few more years after that, start talking like a data-inputting computer.
Enough of that thought.
Plans for this weekend: working. great. But I am going to thoroughly relax on saturday and sunday during the days. Maybe do a spot of Sunday Christmas shopping. This week I have had to write 5 assignments and it has slowly killed me. I've got a couple more assignments for when I go back in January and I'm going to try and do them next week so that I can have a well deserved 2 week holiday. As i've moaned plenty before, 2 week holidays don't come around very often.
It's the pub Christmas party this Sunday night, which may be interesting. We all get along freakishly well and have a terrible habit of getting very very drunk indeed. I will have to get up at 6.50 Monday morning no matter what levels of sobriety I'm in. Can't wait! Actually no, last week was utterly unbearable going to work with the hangover from hell.
I've started to get very Christmassy indeed. I'm smiling innanely and acting like a four year old. I beat my "I'm a sad loser" record this week: before it was downloading the Lee Mead album from iTunes. But this week, I downloaded a Christmas Carols album. Not funky Christmas tunes sung by the Pogues or Bing Crosby, no. The Worcester Cathedral Choir. Get in. I'm sad and I know it. I think this is the first year in a long time that I've got excited about Christmas. Maybe I should stave off going home more often.
The prospect of some RnR right now fills me with Christmas glee. I can't wait. and I think I derserve it.
talking of modern journalism, i've noted something about the online world of blogging and newswriting. How many capitals and correct grammar is in this blog? I reckon that, in another few years, all grammar will be defunct and we will, in a few more years after that, start talking like a data-inputting computer.
Enough of that thought.
Plans for this weekend: working. great. But I am going to thoroughly relax on saturday and sunday during the days. Maybe do a spot of Sunday Christmas shopping. This week I have had to write 5 assignments and it has slowly killed me. I've got a couple more assignments for when I go back in January and I'm going to try and do them next week so that I can have a well deserved 2 week holiday. As i've moaned plenty before, 2 week holidays don't come around very often.
It's the pub Christmas party this Sunday night, which may be interesting. We all get along freakishly well and have a terrible habit of getting very very drunk indeed. I will have to get up at 6.50 Monday morning no matter what levels of sobriety I'm in. Can't wait! Actually no, last week was utterly unbearable going to work with the hangover from hell.
I've started to get very Christmassy indeed. I'm smiling innanely and acting like a four year old. I beat my "I'm a sad loser" record this week: before it was downloading the Lee Mead album from iTunes. But this week, I downloaded a Christmas Carols album. Not funky Christmas tunes sung by the Pogues or Bing Crosby, no. The Worcester Cathedral Choir. Get in. I'm sad and I know it. I think this is the first year in a long time that I've got excited about Christmas. Maybe I should stave off going home more often.
The prospect of some RnR right now fills me with Christmas glee. I can't wait. and I think I derserve it.
Tuesday 4 December 2007
Experiencing Week
Day two in life as a worker. My course finished for Christmas in November. All rather strange, but it was only to send us out for six weeks to experience life as a real life journalist...
Bear this in mind: I WANT A HOLIDAY!
It occured to me this weekend as I was at my pub, doing a shift and not having a day off all week, that I haven't had a holiday since August. Now, that goes for most people, but this holiday was only one week. My last 2 week holiday was probably last Christmas. That was 12 whole months ago. I don't even get my weekends off. I once went 27 days without a single day off, and I was working 67 hours a week.
Now, this is all completely self inflicted as I love my pub job and don't want to give it up. But my stress levels are getting worryingly high.
Worst thing about this week: I have to be in at 8.30 and don't get paid.
Best thing about this week: I'm going to see the Golden Compass tomorrow night. But my boyfriend is a mad crazy fan and will probably cry at seeing his favourite characters come to life before his eyes. Sob.
Bear this in mind: I WANT A HOLIDAY!
It occured to me this weekend as I was at my pub, doing a shift and not having a day off all week, that I haven't had a holiday since August. Now, that goes for most people, but this holiday was only one week. My last 2 week holiday was probably last Christmas. That was 12 whole months ago. I don't even get my weekends off. I once went 27 days without a single day off, and I was working 67 hours a week.
Now, this is all completely self inflicted as I love my pub job and don't want to give it up. But my stress levels are getting worryingly high.
Worst thing about this week: I have to be in at 8.30 and don't get paid.
Best thing about this week: I'm going to see the Golden Compass tomorrow night. But my boyfriend is a mad crazy fan and will probably cry at seeing his favourite characters come to life before his eyes. Sob.
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