Past few weeks have been .. varied, shall we say..
-decided to nanny in London to get.money.fast & high-tail it to New Zealand (Random I know, but I'm fantastic with kids and could definitely do it, especially for £400 net/week thankyouverymuch)
-worked hard, signed up with 3 agencies and interviewed for nanny positions - (in one interview, the mother welled up when her baby cried - definite crazy potential.. I saw myself out)
Then came the inevitable 'What am I doing?'
I don't want to be a freaking NANNY.
I'm 21, have a ton of potential and could do SO much. Why would I want to chase some snotty child around in what would probably be my very own remake of 'The Help'?
To be fair, I do think I could have done it, and still do. It's not the worst job and its respectable for those that can handle it long term.
I'm not sure I could.
I wondered why on earth I was trying so hard for a role I wasn't passionate about. What was I passionate about?
I then met up with the contact, Rachael (see last post) who was
i n c r e d i b l e. The help, advice and strategies for getting into fashion PR was invaluable. We sat down in Notting Hill over steaming mugs of chocolate and she just gave me the push I needed, spurting a plethora of fantastic ideas.
Rachael is my new love. She helped out a perfect stranger to the best of her ability when she could have just sent an email or something quick and easy. More than anything, she made me see that it is possible, there are jobs out there, and if I want them I have to work dam hard.
I know now that I hadn't done as much as I thought. Haven't exhausted all avenues. Could do more.
And I will.
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