Where Did You Go Internship?

Well, it's been awhile since my last post, mostly because I've been babysitting my brother while he had his first real London experience.

By 'real' I mean, an experience where you stay with locals, don't get lost on public transport, use side streets and see about 3x more things that are at least 5x less expensive and 6.4x more interesting than the average tourist site.

For example: You could queue for hours trying to get on the London Eye, first at the ticket office, then again going on the bloody death trap or take a few cheeky snaps of it and walk the Southbank over to London Bridge and cross the famed bridge to hit up The Monument. For all of £2 (students) you can walk up 311 stairs (dizzying good fun!) and have amazing views of The City with no tourists and no queue! Amazing.

Now, while all of this is great fun for my little brother, the history buff, I am exhausted after a few days, especially as his visit came right on the back of Sicily.

And it cut off my dissertation research but a week.

No matter, I had a productive meeting with Tutor the day before my brother arrived. She doesn't think I'm a misguided idiot...well, probably. That sample chapter written on powerful antibiotics and loads of painkillers may have swayed her opinion of me.

I'm going to err on the side of I'm not an idiot and continue to try and bond with her further.

On a sour note, my internship in at a PR firm that represents art galleries didn't exactly work out.

No need to dramatise, but that was my one and only chance at career happiness and now it is dashed into a million little bits, like a shattered Ming vase! I'll never recover from the blow and life is meaningless and empty. I am but a shell of an internship-seeking student, the wind is out of my sails and I think that I have to throw myself from the highest skyscraper in London in absolute shame. What a pitiful excuse for an employable graduate I'll make! Oh the future is dire! Oh woe is me!

Or, on an honest note - I've come back from worse.

Truthfully, after the annoyance wore off, it felt like a burden lifted. I was sure I wanted an internship, but not sure that I wanted to be in PR after training to work in an auction house.

Of course, if I don't get an internship at all I might be a bit more distraught than I am now.

For now I am the Ghandi of internship seeking: There is more to interning than increasing how quickly you get one.

Well, I've sent off one application today, and am preparing another one for a position in Scotland...Me? Leaving London?

scary.

But I'm a big girl, I can handle life and all its monkey wrenches...

Just in case I'm tempting fate too much, Life, would you do me a favour? Please stop throwing so many monkey wrenches at me? Aren't there other people who need 'to develop character' too? I think I have enough for now!