'When you said Burberry my heart LITERALLY skipped a beat'

Finished interning at Nicole Farhi - It. Was. Fantastic.
I really loved it, it was such an incredible experience. I got to work A/W12 Press Day, which was great, loads of journalists and stylists to schmooze with - excellent.
Due to the stupid Inland Revenue cracking the whip on fashion houses taking on unpaid interns for too long, a month was the maximum time I could stay. I was a bit irritated about it.
But Then....

So since I've decided to do this, I've sent out precisely a million copies of my CV.
(http://www.fashintern.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/playing-with-big-boys.html)
Wasn't really sure what good it was doing.
Last week, I got an email, with 'PR assistant role' in the subject field.
I hadn't sent any recent applications and I wasn't aware of recent vacancies anywhere so I was totally surprised.
Open the email and who is it writing me?
Burberry. BURBERRY.

INVITING ME IN FOR AN INTERVIEW.
Now forget everything else, whether I get a job or not, the fact that I have been invited to the most iconic fashion brand in England is a Big Freaking Deal right there.
So I went, last Tuesday, portfolio in hand. I honestly would have waited all day to get a shot at being a Burberry employee.
I mean RIGHT, its BURBERRY.
The building is without a doubt the nicest place I have ever entered. Upon asking for a bathroom I was told to go over to a full length mirror and press the silver button beside it. When I did this, the mirror slid sideways into the freaking wall.
Seriously.
The interview itsself went really well. So well that I think the reason I won't get it would be because she interviews someone better than me, rather than me not being good enough.
I'm definitely not getting my hopes up though, don't want to make the inevitable devastation worse.
Fingers crossed. Infact, lets just cross Everything.

Internship Number Three Please

Updates.. I finished interning at Flax PR last Thursday. It was great to learn so much about how an agency runs, and it was a hugely informative experience.
But it really just wasn't fashion forward enough. Half of the whole PR excitement for me, comes from being passionate about the product/clients.
Passion for Cath Kidston/Laura Ashley, I do not have.
So I interviewed on my birthday for another internship (after dragging myself to the interview because I was THAT SICK - my birthday was not a happy time) and tomorrow I start in the press office for none other than ..

Nicole Farhi.

Very Excited.
I think it's fabulous because I've now had so many different experiences, in-house for a smaller designer, agency, and now in-house for a huge, established designer. Nicole Farhi has done wonders for London Fashion Week and I think it's really to her credit that LFW is known and respected in the fashion world.
Huge fashion houses like Nicole Farhi, Paul Smith, and Burberry just give London the brilliant name it has.
What to wear for the first day?!
Fail safe black. Works everytime.

In Love.

I am so head over heels. Completely and truly smitten.
Unfortunately, t'is not a man at the centre of my affections, but these trousers.

They are utterly delicious.
Smart, and casual, show my personality, nod to st patricks, and still oh so on trend for this season's florals.
I thought they'd be one of those pieces that I ADORE so much I have to ignore that others hate them.
BUT I wore them to a party last night and had exactly 1 million people ask me where they were from.
Love is a very splendid thing.

F U M I N G

Oh, ANOTHER rejection for paid position. At Burberry. Just to make it hurt a little more.
ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY. AS IF I CANT BE A PRESS SAMPLES ASSISTANT. How could you BE more qualified?! I would genuinely like to know what makes you qualified to be a samples assistant, not a general press assistant, no no, a SAMPLES assistant. Are. You. Kidding.
I'm angry. So angry.
That job would be a quarter of all the responsibilities I had at my in-house internship. And I would work SO HARD. Urgh. I freaking hate the recession. I hate it. And everyone who has a job a the moment and is getting paid for it. Its a far off concept for me.
And hell yes I'm bitter about it.

Dance it out

No worries.
Just danced around my room to banging music like a hooker on tequila.
Et voila.
No more frustration.
p.s. 2 intern offers in a week - I'm doing something right.

Oh here's a novel idea..

Hire me.
2 interviews this week, both for intern positions, all positive and in the right direction and bla bla.
Both went well, both were clearly impressed with me and my portfolio.
But it's just like.. why don't you give me an actual job!? I will not disappoint!! It's frustrating, because I can DO THIS. I would do such a good job, I would work my actual ass off. I would be efficient, dedicated, I have positive energy, I'm trustworthy, I want to learn - I'd hire me in a shot!!
You know what I need, I need a break.

Technologicified

This is me making an effort to be all things PR. Not only have I created a 'Linkedin' page (which titled me as a Public Relations and Communications Professional - easy there, let's not disappoint so soon..) but am currently opening a twitter account.

About to start the tutorial and am so out of my depth I may even take notes, uni-lecture style.
Goodness help us.
I may even.. I'm ashamed to even type this.. Tomorrow I'm going to call and see if I can get hold of a blackberry..
I'm literally selling my soul and doing something I always said I wouldnt..
BUT its actually becoming a real issue. If I'm serious about PR I can't be travelling and impossible to get through to/contact/have no internet. Still.
#sellout