It has been an age since I last blogged, not because I am lazy, (well maybe slightly) but mainly because I decided to put myself through 6 months of journalism training! And to find time to master 100 words per minute in shorthand, get my head around the ins and out of local government (trying not to fall asleep in the process) as well as try and avoid being sued for a defamatory statement in media law) meant I didn’t have time to eat let alone blog!

*Note to self- if my old boss did read the last set of blogs as I am pretty sure after I was treading on sticky ground with the whole defamation malarkey. but if im being totally honest I hope he did read as that would teach the little shit! J

So after failing to make it as the next Stephen Speilberg and confirming what I really already know, that I am a nosy bitch and love a bit of scandal, I thought I had finally found my calling in journalism. As I sack off my social life and head back to school for six months of intense (and sometimes hellish) hard work, I begin on the rocky road of being a journalist.

With journalism comes shorthand! Now in all honesty if someone would have told me that a few squiggles on a bit of paper could ever cause me as much grief, I would not believe them…but it did. It was quite frankly, the bane of my life for the 6months. After about 100 tantrums, tears and 3 failed attempts I managed to pass it. .Not once but twice.(Twice because some old incompetent idiot can’t manage to mark the exam in time so I have to put myself through it again just in case I failed it for a 4th time). But 5 attempts later I get there and and the same time swear I will never write another bloody squiggle again!

So back to reality...Seven months later, I am back with my journalism diploma in one hand and my100 wpm shorthand in the other and reality hits. No money and no job!

This brings me right back to square one… the wonderful world of TEMPING!

Nnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

So as I count down the minutes of another tedious day, I start tralling through emails to find my next scoop!

* what’s that I hear you ask? Yes that’s me wayling into a mug of tea as the reality hits of being back on a piss poor wage as the office lackey!