A Little Bit About Me

This is me trying to be vaguely cool at Bingley Festival

(wearing blue trousers)

OK, so I thought I would take a different tact on the whole blogging thing. Relatively new to the whole idea, I feel I have neglected my page, with the rare 500 word outburst of bits of things that I have done for other people, its still looking embarassingly sparce. As you may have guessed, if you frequent my site, I am an aspiring journalist. From the fact that I currently have no followers, it seems I have someway to go, should I want to etch some form of career into my life.





I was thinking how I could fix this and make things happen, to hopefully get me some recognition. And my answer was, make my blog more personable. Afterall, journalists are supposed to connect with their audience, so i suppose you would need to know a little more about me. Other than the very vague and not so poignant snippets in my profile.





At the moment I am in a little bit of a cross roads in my life, I graduated last year and went straight into a job at my local newspaper. Ideal! You may think. It would be, should I have landed on my feet as a fully fledged roving reporter, fresh faced and naive to the big bad world of newspaper journalism. Alas, I should be so lucky, instead I work in the advertising department as a business development staff.





Don't be fooled by the fancy job title, it's basically an embelishment to avoid being referred to as a 'salesperson'. Long story short, I have to sell advertising space. Which in our current financial demise, is not easy. The job doesn't suit me, and despite having free roam to the internet and an endless supply of free tea and coffee, I find it mind numbingly monotonous. And the pay packet at the end of the month does not make up for it.





I innocently applied for role thinking it would be a shoe in to become part of the editorial staff, and after a brief stint of work experience, my dream still hasn't been realised. So I now write some freelance stuff, for free, for various fashion blogs, which will hopefully make me rich with experience if anything.





So stuck in a dead end job, and still living with my parents at the age of 22, I wouldn't exactly class my self as Britains answer to Carrie Bradshaw, but slowly but surley I will get to where I want to be. Hard work is something I am not afraid of, which is lucky as I am not the type of person who tends to land on their feet on a regular basis.