Starting Placement in two weeks

I am pleased to inform that I am going to start my placement in two weeks.

My interview was last Thursday. I turned up to Wolverhampton University in my chiffon blouse and pinstriped trousers and was told by the receptionist to wait on the second floor. So there I was, sitting on a plastic chair against a large glossy window, wondering when the interviewer, Vicky Warren was to turn up.

Surprisingly a few minutes later, a young woman climbs down the stairs and walks towards me, showing off her perfectly white teeth. For some reason I had expected Vicky to be an older woman in her late to early thirties, which is silly as most older women with the same name would rather be called Victoria.

I led to the third floor…apparently; the receptionist had sent me to the wrong floor. I was led into a room filled with computers and people typing and drinking coffee. Think the office place in the film ‘500 days of Summer’ and you get the perfect picture. She then led me to a little room at the back, where Lisa, a woman from the Communication department, was sat waiting.

To my relief, the interview went amazingly well. I had been stressing over the few days, as I had let procrastination tempt me and I was forced to do a lot of last minute revision. But the interview only comprised of telling them what I wanted to get out of the placement and what my strengths were, before showing them some articles I had written during my time at university, both at UCE and Wolves. They seemed quite intrigued, commenting that they were very well written. They even asked if they could keep them.

I was given some homework, in which I had to turn a press release into a news article. I agreed to meet Jason at 4 o clock, as one of his team members moved the group meeting from 12 to 3. So, I spent the 2 hours I had to kill on writing up my article on one of the computers in the building.

I met up with Jason outside the main entrance, for the security guard would not let me in without an ID card. After three years of easy admittance, I forget that I’m no longer a student. As we had hot chocolate in the student café, Jason asked me if I miss student life. I looked around. Students in checked shirts, hoodies and River Island outfits bought from their Student Loans were sitting at tables, chatting and laughing. To be honest, I did not miss uni life in the slightest; perhaps because I feel like a large fish in a small pond. Although work life is never going to be easy to begin with, at least I will be doing something I enjoy, rather than working on assignments and getting drunk, the latter is now very boring to me.

The following day, I brushed up and proofread my article, before sending it off to Vicky. Two hours later, I received an email from her telling me that my article was very good and that she is offering me the intern. Yay times indeed! I will be starting at the beginning of November, so it will give me two weeks to go office garb shopping.

As for the novel, it will have to take a back seat for now. I have included a new chapter, which will add a little kick to the suspicions that arise in the later part of the novel. To be honest, I really do need a break from all of this. It’s getting to the point where I have done this for too long and I need to look at the whole thing with fresh eyes. I will plan the battle scene in the two weeks I will have free. Although, I feel a bloke would be better that this :(