What I’ve learnt in my first year in a ‘proper job’

‘When are you going to get a proper job?’ was a question I heard from one of my ex colleagues nearly every single time I saw him at work. 

I was working in retail on the shop floor, dreading getting out of bed every morning and absolutely hating the Christmas period when customers would get even crazier than they were throughout the rest of the year. 

Sidenote: please be kind to retail staff.

I’ve been working in my new job in social media (which to many probably still isn’t real-world enough) for almost a year and even though I’m constantly tired (I think I’m getting old), I’m over-the-moon happy with the work I do and the people around me. So here’s what I’ve learnt about life in that year. 

It’s okay to live for the weekend. So you work 9-5 and it might be that way until you hit 65. You’re one of those people who ‘TGIFs’ every single week. Your only socialising occurs when the clock hits 17:00 at the end of the working week. I’ve worked random hours and random days and for me, 5-2 just makes more sense and gives me more of a routine. If I use my two days off wisely, I feel like I can deal with working the other five. 

I will forever be learning. I love learning new things – facts, skills, methods, whatever. I’ve personally progressed over the last year and can’t wait to continue learning 5ever. 

It’s okay not to see your old friends all the time. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss them like crazy, but real friends will still be there for you when work isn’t so hectic. The best friends are the ones you can go weeks or months without seeing and still have everything be normal when you do. 

Having a work life balance is tough Trying to juggle work, boyfriend, extra curricular, socialising, eating healthy, exercise and saving money is nigh on impossible. This is one I’m definitely still trying to crack. If you have any top tips, help a sister out. 

What, if anything has your job taught you? 

E x


Keeping your enemies closer

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer”. 

I hope I’m not misquoting whoever came up with this ridiculous notion. A notion that when uttered in context might make complete sense and not just be a maleficent, jealous-sounding phrase. 

Unfortunately, that is what it’s become. Keeping a closer eye and spending more of your brain power on people who might cause you harm; toxic friends, manipulative lovers or sarcastic co-workers can all be seen as the real baddies in your everyday life. But it seems these aren’t the people who the phrase often refers to. 

Instead, I’ve heard so many people (particularly women in my experience) use it as a form of revenge-seeking after their other half has liked someone’s Instagram photo or spoken to the ‘wrong’ person at a party. ‘Keep your enemies closer’ being a personal mantra and an excuse for watching over this person’s every move on social media or even becoming ‘friends’ with them purely to know what they’re up to. Why spend the energy even giving your so-called enemies the time of day? 

If you have reason not to trust someone close to you, look at them rather than the third party.

I think the phrase should be used in a more abstract fashion. Taking learnings from the people who have actually hurt you, forgiving them in your mind and using their mistakes as a silent reminder that you are a stronger person for it. 

E x

My love/hate relationship

London is my marmite. I’ve lived in the same house here my whole life. I say London I mean Croydon. London doesn’t want to claim us and nor does Surrey so I pretty much live in limbo and *spoiler alert* there are no pros to living in Croydon apart from the fact you can get pretty much EVERYWHERE else easily. 

For the sake of this post, I do live in London and I have the biggest love/hate relationship with this wonderful, bustling city, so let’s get down to business. 

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This Is Me. 

I’ve always been a quiet human. I’ve overcome a lot of worries and push myself every day to gain confidence and be a friendly, open person. When I was little, I was painfully shy and wouldn’t want to talk to unknown members of my own family let alone strangers, always hiding behind and holding onto the back of my mum’s knees. I would never speak up for myself and though I was never bullied, I was pretty much a push-over as my silence made me seem weak.

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