So a few weeks ago I was enjoying my final days (and very hot and sticky nights out) in Nottingham which came to a very abrupt end when reality hit!
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| A particularly pretty Snapchat from our final night out in Nottingham |
As I got in to bed in the early hours of Saturday morning, it dawned on me that I had little over 48hours to get back to London, unpack and organise myself for my internship starting on Monday.
I have been lucky enough to secure a placement in the PR department for 6 weeks at a fashion retailer close to my heart. Naturally I was nervous primarily about what I was going to wear! Smart-casual is officially the most awkward dress code. Fact. Go to smart on the first day and you're trying too hard, go to casual and you're not trying hard enough! I settled on a lime Zara blouse (no longer in stock but can be found in black
here), black jeans and my favourite pair of black heeled boots in hope that I couldn't go to wrong with that combination!
I arrived, collected my temporary security pass and sat in reception waiting to be collected by the press assistant. Waiting to meet someone you don't know is always a strange one as you don't know who you are looking for. Luckily after ten minutes or so a pretty girl who must be similar in age to me called my name and greeted me with a smile! She took me through the office - similar to any other office but with clothes, shoes, bags, accessories and mood boards everywhere (have I died and gone to heaven?).
I immediately realised I was going to have to muster up levels of self control that I have never executed before so as not to swoon at every rail I passed and would surely pass hundreds of times a day for the next six weeks. Blinkers on I followed on and we eventually weaved or way to the press area.
Time has never passed so quickly and without realising I'm almost half way through my third week! Multiple times have I looked at my watch to find hours have passed in what seemed like minutes. Surely that's a good sign? What's more, the weekends have actually been the slowest parts of the week so I'm not wishing away my free time. And one of the benefits of being unpaid is that the girls in the office are almost angry if I stay past 5 - even if they have hours left to do themselves they are insistent that I leave on time. I still feel a little guilty every time...
One thing that is noticeable is that I must be rushing around a huge amount. I made a conscious decision at the end of university to put my gym routine on hold and spend as much time as possible with my friends. BBQs, ciders and eating out almost reverse the hard work I had done on my waistline. However, it was a temporary sacrifice I was willing to make in order to make the most of my final few weeks, after all you are only a student once (YOASO). I was ready to get back to my healthier ways but have struggled to fit in as many trips to the gym as I had been getting used to. But somehow I am managing to progress back towards my pre-partying body which I was actually becoming relatively fond of! While I've been eating well, I really haven't had a chance to exercise apart from the occasional early morning/after work run so there is only one thing I can give credit to...
On the topic of running, I'm in love with my
new trainers...
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| Photo from sportsdirect.com |
Anyway...I am on my feet all day everyday, carrying bags to give to couriers, moving samples between departments, taking items to shoots or personal shoppers and always user time pressure. (I will post more about the day to day tasks at some point in the future as I hope that over the weeks I will get to see more and more of the department and what the girls do). I've decided to call this 'The Intern Effect'. Having initially thought the entire office must be starving themselves as part of their employment contract in order to make sure all the size 10 sample sizes were too big for them to borrow, I now realise how wrong I was. Cake and sweet treats are demolished in minutes so there is certainly no concern there. Everyone is running round all day and I'm convinced its why they are all so tiny! There is definitely truth in how much your job effects your weight. Although my legs are more exhausted than my brain by the end of the day, at least I'm getting a full body workout without even thinking!