Showing posts with label job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job. Show all posts


'BITCH IM FROM THE SW12' : A load of air from the Big Smoke

So as per life has taken over, and my blog has suffered terribly as a result. Sorry blog. But it's the Easter weekend, I have a few days to myself (albeit to nurse hangovers) so what better way to make myself feel better then to write about my life?

So I moved down to London mid-January amidst the snow. And here I am end of March still amidst the snow. As yes, England has not warmed up, and this elusive spring is still looking very elusive. I don't need to hear about how "it was 25 degrees this time last year", all I am very aware of (whilst I place layer over layer to leave the house) is how it most certainly is not right now. The only part of my body which is cheering this freezing weather is my lungs. I have cut back ridiculous amounts on cigarettes as when weighing up whether to turn into a block of ice for a hit of smoke, I choose not.

Since moving to London I've moved house, moved jobs, and lost numerous valuable items. I've fallen asleep on tubes, fallen down tube stairs, made some amazing new friends and caught up with amazing old friends. I've learnt to never trust my navigation skills (ending up in Guildford instead of Picadilly Circus can do that to you), but to always walk with purpose: even if your getting on the tube going north when you should be going south. (It just makes you feel more clued up). (Even though your obviously not). I've had a huge shock at the price of things here in regards to my meager wage, and whilst trying to live the high-life have been surviving off free Nutella sandwiches at work. Everyday. For about 6 weeks. I've been drunk in more bars then I can remember names, yet still haven't scratched the surface of London's nightlife.

All in all I LOVE IT. I love it! I can't express the natural high I still get when I get out at Piccadilly station each morning to be surrounded by grand buildings, theaters, statue's and London's iconic red buses. Maybe its because I was away for so long, but I cant help but feel proudly British for our wonderful, vibrant, buzzing capital. I love the accents, the cheek, the banter and I have wholeheartedly fallen for this city and been swallowed up by it. My itchy feet are itching a lot less now I'm living in the Big Smoke.

I'm living South of the river in the most beautiful house in Balham. Resigning myself to the fact that I would probably be searching for a place to live for weeks, view numerous pokey rat infested flats, and end up living with a strange old Latvian man in a damp room, luckily my experience could not have been more different. I put up an ad, had a response, went to view the house and BANG love at first sight. With the house and housemate. Trying not to be too rash (I'm always far too rash) I thought I can't get the first house I viewed, but left the property with myself and Lisa (my housemate) gushing "I shouldn't say this but I really want to live with you". So after working out ze old finances I did. No rats or strange old foreign men in sight, my new house comprises of myself and three other lovely creatives. Working in PR, Fashion and Film we all just clicked. We also all like dancing. A lot.

 Job-wise I moved from my original role at SpliceTV to Rushes Post-Production house. Whilst getting on thoroughly well with everyone at both Splice and Rushes, I have had to come to the conclusion that Post just isn't for me. I much prefer being part of the initial creation and organization of a project, rather then the tweaking of the end result. Being a hater of someone that sits and moans about a situation rather then changing it, I have decided to shortly leave the world of Post and go freelance. I've met some lovely people in Production down here so it should all work out. Hell I've been living off Nutella sandwiches for the last month, so living like this for a bit longer can't hurt too much.

And that's that. The shortest summary I could make of my last two months down here. I don't intend to leave it two months till the next post, and I don't intend to write quite so much in the next post. More pictures, less writing. On some frivolous fanciable subject hopefully. (Or as my mother would describe : "the internet thing you do with bad grammar where you post pictures like no-body ever had the idea to turn a pair of jeans into shorts before?").

Happy Easter everyone!

Emily x


Unpacking and packing : the big smoke

So I'm home. On English ground. Or snow to be precise.

Not quite have I managed to get over my jet-lag nor sort out niggly bank stuff then I'm off. Not that I'm complaining of course...I'm absolutely over the moon to have a job in this current climate - let alone in London, and let alone in the area which I want to work in. I was getting ready to settle into months of sending cv's, signing onto the dole and re-runs of Coronation Street...yet a week on and no sooner then my suitcase has touched the cupboard then it's out again.

The Big Smoke calls and a job at Splice TV in Shoreditch. A great company, and one that I'm very excited to be a part of! (And no friends I can't introduce you to Jamie Oliver sorry!)

I'm staying with my '2nd parents' (my lovely godmother and husband) until I find myself a place. It's like the childhood I never had- home baked bread every morning, home made jam, home-made cakes for my lunch (which they insist on making)...and a cat. Lucky me!

It was always going to be tough to acclimatise, lets face it; basking in 30 degree heat for months to come home to minus temperatures would prove shocking to anyone. But I've been dealing with it the best I can - hot-boxing myself in my room with two fan heaters diagonally pointing. It's quite ingenious and if I close my eyes I can almost pretend I'm back on St Kilda beach. Although there is the constant threat of my mother coming in, walking into a wall of heat and screaming about the electricity bill. (Which has happened several times).

I'm so excited about the upcoming times in London Town, and being reunited with friends whom I have dearly missed down there.

London is calling... And I can't wait!

Emily x



Everybody needs good neiiiighbours!!!

So in the past week not only have I got a house, but I have also got a job. ON NEIGHBOURS NONE THE LESS! Im a production assistant/runner, which means I'm the bitch. Perks of the job : the free buffet food each day and the Nissan x trail I get. Cons of the job : getting fat off all the free food and the stress of driving around Carl Kennedy and trying not to crash. But all in all Neighbours + Emily = a very happy Emily!

Love Emily x