Friday 27 April 2012

Never Turn A Gypsy Away

Continuing on from yesterday, I have now discovered where all this luck has come from.

I feel pretty bad actually as only recently I had a little rant on Twitter. about how excessive bragging usually tends to mean that you're just trying to prove a point and that if you're main concern is proving a point to everyone else, you're probably not being honest with yourself. But this mainly applies to relationships in my eyes! Anyway, I don't think informing your friends and family of a new part of your life really counts as bragging?

So anyway. Yesterday my parents were out shopping and a gypsy approached my Dad asking him for money, so he gave her a pound. In return she gave my Mum & Dad a little shell each, claiming them to be good luck.

Yesterday my interview went extremely well and obviously I got the job. I also got offered two more interviews when I got home, one in person today (which went really well and I'm very confident about) and a phone interview I am currently waiting for. My Dad was also offered a job yesterday (after only having the interview the day before - on Wednesday) AND my Mum won £10 on a scratch card yesterday.

Apparently there's a myth that you should never turn a gypsy away else you'll miss out on good luck.

I am seriously thinking that all our recent luck comes down to this gypsy! Very odd thing to think about, but pretty cool nonetheless :)

I'm over the moon for my Dad as well, we've had a bit of a struggle recently so it's nice to have a change of luck. Although I stated in a post when I first started this blog that usually when everything goes so well it means something bad is around the corner but we've already had our 'down' time so to speak. We're off to see The Avengers tomorrow and even if bad news is on its way, we're going to celebrate and stay positive about our luck in the meantime!

Maybe I should put the lottery on...!

Thursday 26 April 2012

It's My Lucky Week...

I explained in my last post how unfortunately (down to my incompetence!) I missed a rather important meeting. Luckily the guy I was meeting with was very understanding about the whole thing so instead I made my way into London today for the meeting! The meeting went extremely well and I am unbelievably excited about this new project. Basically when I applied for the job I thought I'd just be contributing. However, instead today I found myself walking away from the meeting (when it was finished of course!) with something I'm pretty bloody chuffed about.

I am now the editor of London.com!

(Please don't go on the website, it's a mess at the moment, we're relaunching it in July!).

You might think it's just a fancy job title but in fact its a lot more. To begin with, it's practically my dream job. My role involves developing the content for the website which we're hoping is going to be the 'go to' guide for everything London. So that means writing about everything thats going on in London and everything there is to do. Exciting right? That's not it.

Not only have I jumped on board at the very beginning - which means I am pretty much helping the whole project evolve from start to finish but this will look amazing on my C.V. It's going to be such a great opportunity and the guy I am working with, who is setting up the whole thing, has a ridiculous amount of contacts most of which I'll be meeting.

I am also getting paid to attend different events around London which I get to attend for free! I get access to different media events where I can mingle with top media contacts, I get to attend gigs and theatre shows for free and even get additional tickets for friends and family..I'm basically getting paid to be a tourist and write about it all! It's such a great opportunity!

I'll also be creating a lot of contacts along the way too. My boss/manager (again, who has set up the whole thing) has contacts and leads in everything. My ex, if he ever hears wind of this, is going to be one jealous person because he's a DJ and I'll be meeting and getting the opportunity to attend events by Ministry of Sound! I really can't believe the perks of this job!

Finally, we have some really big plans for the website. Hopefully if it all goes well, my manager is even looking to creating a similar idea/website for Paris, New York etc.

And I get to be a part of it all!

So as you can imagine I am EXTREMELY chuffed to be offered this amazing opportunity and I honestly cannot believe I am now an editor of such an amazing project.

Tuesday 24 April 2012

Why I Am A Class A Div

Usually I'm a pretty professional person. I know my professional etiquette and I actually love how polite I am. I know never to sign off professional emails with a kiss and if I'm meeting someone for an interview or otherwise, you can bet I'll have checked the route 5+ times on google maps, walking to the destination using street view just to avoid getting lost - AND writing out my route. But times? You can absolutely guarantee that being there on time - or being there at all - is my downfall.

9 times out of 10 I'm a 'leave it to the last minute' type of girl, much to my dismay. I love my sleep and I'll leave it till the last possible minute before I drag myself from my peaceful slumber and get ready. I'm hopeless with public transport so without a doubt I'll 'just miss' the earlier bus/train and end up getting the one that will get me there late or just in time. 9 times out of 10 though, I always manage to land on my feet and make it.

Most times it was because I'd get my times and dates mixed up too though. My Mum would insist I double check my ticket a million times both for the date and time. I would do, yet I would still end up somehow telling them the wrong departure time or, even in some cases, find that I'd booked the ticket for the wrong day completely! In the end my Mum insisted on checking all my tickets after that. Many, many, MANY times at university, whilst traveling to and fro Luton/Sunderland myself and my parents would embark on a typical ritual of almost missing the coach or train. Usually you'd see my parents rushing - almost running - to the station/platform with the train or coach due any second only to find me strolling along behind casually as if missing my train or coach didn't matter. (Usually it didn't. When I was at home I was so settled that I didn't want to go back to uni and do all that work and whilst at uni I didn't want to go home and not see my boyfriend at the time for months). But alas, I always made it. Once, I was late getting the train and it was only by sure coincidence that the train was late too and was only just pulling into the station as I was. If it had been on time I'd have missed it!

There was only once I actually missed the train and that was coming back from Newcastle to Luton. Deep down though I'm pretty sure I missed it on purpose though as I'd just gotten into a relationship and couldn't bear the thought of leaving my boyfriend for a few months when we were still very much in the honeymoon phrase. My Mum was livid. I just shrugged before we went and got a Burger King.

That's the only time I haven't fallen on my feet. Except now.

Quite possibly on the day of meeting someone for one of my most exciting projects yet, typical incompetent Louise rears her head yet again. Seriously, incompetent is practically my middle name for my family. I spent most of yesterday evening getting ready, double checking my meeting place and yes, downloading an MP3 tour guide of London Canal Museum, something I'd hoped to visit if I had time after the meeting (as it was nearby). I decided on my outfit and woke up this morning although not early, but with enough time to get ready with time to spare. And then I get a text. From the person I am supposed to be meeting. Telling me they are there waiting for me.

Wait, what?

I panic, wondering why he's there two hours early.

That's right. In my usual fashion, I got my meeting times mixed up. Somehow (I'm blaming the fact that when I skimmed his email I spotted the number 2 when he was talking about his next meeting) I thought we were meeting at 2:30 rather then 12:30. How unprofessional!

Luckily for me, my writing is just that good that people are willing to take another chance on me ;). No, but truthfully, it happens. Very luckily for me, he understood and re-arranged the meeting for Thursday instead whilst I sit here cursing myself for double checking every detail except the most important one.

The lesson to this post? If you are ever on the receiving end of someone being late or having to reschedule altogether due to something like this, understand! It does happen and it's such an easy mistake to make. It's never done on purpose. And always, always double check EVERY detail INCLUDING THE MEETING TIME.

In the meantime I'm going to get into the habit of updating my year planner with everything, even the non important stuff (what it makes me look busy) so I never make a mistake about this again. Oh and I'm also going to, in the wise words of Fall Out Boy, start 'setting my clocks early because I know I'm always late'!

Please note - if you are somehow a professional reading this having stumbled across this blog and you think my writing style is excellent yet tut and shake your head at seeing how incompetent I am - I'm not really, I promise you! I am hard working, confident, extra polite and will never, ever do something so silly again ;)

Thursday 12 April 2012

Growing Up?

My 'Big Plan' is still underway :) Just a quick update regarding this, I've ordered some books, I'm looking into some part time courses and I'm currently carrying around this gorgeous vintage notebook...


...which I'm scribbling down ideas in constantly!

But I had a thought last night that almost put me off the whole idea altogether.

If I'm going to run/own my own magazine and be an editor, does that mean I have to stop making stupid choices and grow up?

I mean seriously. Have you ever heard of a magazine editor who still fantasizes constantly about marrying a rockstar? Or one that has only used an iron maybe 5 times tops in her life? Does this mean I have to stop flirting and sleeping with men unless they have the potential to be my future husband? Does this mean I have to settle down, live with a bloke again and get a pet? I know I'm only 22 but if I'm going to be a magazine editor, I need to stop blaming my stupid decisions on growing up and start, er, acting like an adult...

Additionally, I've found one of my biggest issues to be motivation! Once I get motivated I'm absolutely fine but its getting motivated, or rather the times I get motivated which seems to be the problem. When I wake up in the morning I'm perfectly happy spending my day lazing in bed, watching TV/movies, chatting to friends, reading etc. I just can't find any motivation to work, even when I'm up and about. But as soon as it gets dark out and its the evening, suddenly I want to do everything. I'm perfectly content making a cup of tea, sitting in the dining room and working though the night! I'm definitely a night owl..!