Friday, 8 December 2017

Diary of a Cosmo Intern: Week 4

Saturday/Sunday
So at the weekend it was my friend Becca's 30th birthday in Sheffield! I had promised to be there, not to mention it was another chance to reunite with all my Sheffield babes! I lived there for 5 years when I was at Uni, working at Topshop, and this is where I met everyone, who I am still suuuuper close with to the day, and consider them some of my best friends. The theme was Beccacassium (amazing, right?!) so it was festival theme. Small reminder, I have NEVER been to a festival so my wardrobe is hardly bursting with glitter and Hunter wellies. I wore double denim, but instead of looking like I've just landed in LA ahead of Coachella, I resembled Shania Twain/Cardi B's love child. But God loves a trier, and it was such a good night! The 4 hour Megabus back to London on the Sunday? Not so fun. (Also- managed to get a sneaky TRIB3 session in on the Saturday morning...YAAAAAAASSSS!)



Monday
The last week of my internship! I'm actually so gutted because I'm not even doing a full week, I finish on Wednesday because.... I've got a job! I accepted a job in beauty PR on Friday, and I literally start on MONDAY so I have a week to find a permanent place to live... No pressure! Another bonus, I got my eyelash extensions back so I feel human again! Before I moved to London, I was under the impression that I could get to any part of it in about 20 minutes on the tube... How wrong was I...... 1.5 hours later of bus', overgrounds and undergrounds later...

Tuesday

Any spare time today has been spent trawling through Spare Room trying to find somewhere half decent within my budget. Bearing in mind I have no idea which areas of London to look in, and for the price I am paying (almost double for what I paid for a massive, beautiful 2 bedroom apartment in Sheffield when I lived with my ex-boyfriend!) I am getting a small room, in a shared house, so far from the city that I may as well be back in Preston. I felt like part of my soul started leaving my body because I had spent so much time staring at tiny, messy bedrooms and pretending they were half decent and live-able. (I even paid £10 to upgrade to a premium account so I could message people straight away instead of having to wait a week) Anyway, I secured two viewings after work, and I didn't hate them! The houses themselves weren't amazing, but the potential housemates certainly made up for it- and that's what I'm more bothered about!

Wednesday

My last day at Cosmopolitan! My last day getting the tube to Oxford Circus, my last day walking down Carnaby street and its crazy-sequin-carnival-parrot Christmas lights, and my last day getting excited every time I see the delivery man come through with his trolley carrying PR treats. (Yesterday we had the most delicious pecan pie you have ever tasted, Gwen Stefani baubles from Revlon, a mini Christmas tree decorated with very alternative baubles- avocado, Heinz ketchup and cats, and the most beautiful bottle of 'Unicorn Tears' gin, to name but a few.) The rest of the beauty team don't even bat an eyelid because they're so used to it, but for me it's like Christmas day! I started my day in style, with a breakfast at the beautiful Langham hotel for the Chantecaille 20th anniversary. As well as getting to swatch the new collection, I met Becky Fearn- a freelance writer and we bonded over our tragic love lives...SHOCK. I left Cosmo towers that evening with a bittersweet feeling in my belly. Sad to leave, obviously, but I was on cloud 9 nine because of the invaluable experience I had gained.  Contacts in the industry, hands-on experience in the magazine industry and ...A JOB! Oh, and not to mention the biggest bag of beauty goodies EVER! *insert smug face emoji here*

Does this mean I'm an official Londoner now?


Definitely beats my microwaved scrambled eggs!
I can't believe how fast this month at Cosmo has gone! My life has changed so much. If you didn't know how I got my internship, it was basically fate. I hated my life in Wakefield, hated my job etc etc, so I quit. Life is genuinely too short to be unhappy. Then, literally the day or so after, Lucy (Beauty Writer at Cosmo) DM'ed me on Instagram to say the girl who was supposed to be starting her internship on Monday wasn't replying to her emails or confirming her start date, and was I interested in taking her place? Bearing in mind, the wait-list to intern here is over a year, so I obviously jumped at the chance! This meant I had 3 days to pack up my flat, move all my stuff back to my parents house in Preston and get a place to live in London for a month.

Now the questions that everyone has been dying to ask... Is it paid? No, unfortunately most internships aren't paid. So how did I afford to live in London for a month unpaid? My mum and dad helped me out with the financial side, which I am eternally grateful for, as I definitely couldn't have done this without them! Does it lead to a job? No. There has only been one person that has been kept on in all the years that the beauty team have been accepting interns, and that's purely down to the fact that there isn't a vacancy there. I wasn't naive enough to wait until my internship finished to , so I applied for so many jobs while I was down here! What am I doing afterwards? I have been networking the hell out of every event I've been to, connecting with PR's and staying in touch with them, and clueing myself up about the top beauty PR companies in London. I managed to secure a job within 3 weeks of being here, so London, it looks like I'm staying! I'm not even going to put that down to luck either, I have worked HARD. And so far it's paying off!

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Tinder Dos and Don'ts (Well, Mainly Don'ts)

When he has a good job, nice teeth AND is within a 3km radius.
DON'T
Have a group shot as your first photo. It automatically means you're the ugly one. Also don't have a group shot for every single photo either, as well as being extremely confusing (WHO R U!?!?!), again, it automatically means you are the ugly one. LEFT.

DON'T
Lie about your occupation. 'Boss' 'Model' or 'CEO' ain't fooling anyone... You're unemployed. And don't get me started on studied at 'University of Life' or 'Hogwarts'. Unemployed. Also, recently I've noticed a couple of 'non of your business!' and 'wouldn't you like to know!' Erm, yes actually I WOULD like to know, because before I even consider swiping right I need to be sure that the future father of my children is able to give them the upbringing they deserve.

DON'T
Upload photos where you have those snapchat filter stars around your head. Or the dog filter. *shudders* For a start, you look like a twat, and secondly..Actually there is no secondly, you just look like a twat. And it's even worse when there's a caption attached. 'Love a fresh trim'. Good 4 u hun. LEFT.

DON'T
Give me your life story on the 'about me'. Especially when it's a super cringe one about wanting 'a nice down-to-earth girl to settle down with' SETTLE DOWN WITH. Steady on there cowboy we've not even been on one date yet. Or 'looking for that girl to put a smile on my face'. Ick.



cringe.
DON'T
Use photos that aren't of you- cars, pets etc. I'm 25 and single. Time's ticking. I don't have the patience to be scrolling through photos of the time you went whale watching in Iceland or bungee jumping in New Zealand. I need clear, close up photos of your face. And preferably a link to your Instagram.

DON'T
Wear sunglasses in every photo. It's a known fact that everyone looks good in sunglasses, and not so much without. Plus, it gives me anxiety about what could be lurking underneath. LEFT.

DON'T
Include your Snapchat name in your bio. I don't want to wake up to a dick pic, thanks.

DO
Link your profile to your Instagram page. I need more than 5 photos to decide whether I want to see you up close and in the flesh.


This ain't LinkedIn Filip.

DON'T
Only communicate via gifs. Yes, one or two is cute, but when you're pushing a third and we haven't even spoke yet, I'm guessing your conversational skills are severely lacking. I'd even be thrilled to engage with a 'hi bbe u ok?' ANYTHING!!!!

DO
List things you like in your bio. It's one thing to be physically attractive, but I need to know that we have stuff in common! Or just a funny quote. SOMETHING to show a slither of personality.

DO
Start conversation first. Extra points if you make me laugh.

DON'T
Ask for my number straight away. There is such thing as too keen, you know.

DO
Arrange a date within the first week. I'm not looking for a pen-pal, and in my opinion, a week is enough time to gauge whether you actually like the person enough to meet up. But I would love to hear other opinions on this!


Have you had any success with Tinder? Tweet me your tales!

Saturday, 25 November 2017

Diary of a Cosmo Intern: Week 3

Sunday
I'm starting this week on a Sunday, because I finally checked off another hotspot from my London bucket list! I hit Psycle London for the most intense, energising, inspiring ride of my life! Read the full review here.

Monday

Back in the office! I used to dread Mondays rolling back around because I hated my job, but now I hate Mondays because it means another day closer to finishing my internship, and I am having the time of my life! How is it week 3 already?! Today was a pretty quiet day so I worked on my blog and did ad-hoc tasks, like managing the PR deliveries, which to my surprise, two were addressed to ME! Ok, so one was from my mum so that doesn't count, but the other was from the PR who handles Moroccan Oil. I met her at the event at Duck & Dry in my first week, and I told her how much I loved the dry texture spray that the stylist used on my hair on the night, so she sent me a bottle. Thank you so much Susanna!

Another day, another insane PR delivery
Tuesday
HORRIBLE nights sleep. Woke up about 2am to a car alarm going off for about 2 hours, then the shower was so cold I gave myself brain freeze. WAH. I spent my whole day at work transcribing an interview my Beauty Director Inge did with the founder of Beauty Pie- Marcia Kilgore. If I was given this task when I was at school, or uni, I would have given you the biggest eye roll ever but the interviews are so interesting that they don't seem too much of a chore. I'm not going to lie though, I had been staring so hard  at Microsoft Word all day that I felt blind! I was supposed to go to the Louise Thompson x LOTD launch party at STK after work, but I was so tired and I've got the worst cold in the world so I got myself some dinner from M&S and headed home. The woman who owns the Air BnB I'm currently staying in had left some Ferrero Rochers on my bed to apologise for the shower being cold- cute! Gutted though because I started Slimming World on Sunday so i'm gonna have the google the syns before I dive in.

Cosmo Perk number 4839483983
Wednesday
Do you really work in beauty journalism if you don't get sent Biscuiteers on the reg? I swear that company has gone through the roof since PR's discovered how much everyone loves a personalised biscuit. Cupcakes are SO 2016. Anyway, today's offering was from Astal. (Does anyone know the syns in a Biscuiteers biscuit? Maybe I could lick the icing? Or just smell it?) Finished off the transcript this morning. After work Lucy, Jess and I headed to the Cosmo Self-Made Summit talk- an event hosted here in the Hearst building where key members of the Cosmo team, including our Editor, Farrah Storr, and my Beauty Director Inge shared career inspo on how to make it in magazines and how they got their roles at Cosmo. It was really inspiring and I really admire how hard they worked to get to where they are now. Also, Slimming World is already a disaster because I went for a curry and cocktails after work. Whoops, i'll start again tomorrow!


Second Biscuiteers delivery of the month!
Thursday
So today is Thanksgiving, so Krispy Kreme sent about 4 dozen doughnuts to the office! (Don't even talk to me about syns- I inhaled one in about 0.03 seconds.) Today was such a good day for a couple of reasons. 1) Krispy Kreme delivery, duh. 2) I heard my first ever Christmas song on the radio! (Mariah, the OG) AND I got a very exciting delivery from GHD! The parcel included new GHD curling tongs, paddle brush and the advanced split hair therapy treatment. Absolutely speechless- thank you SO much to Mel who sent me them! (I got sooooo many 'Oh my god I want your job!!!! replies to my Insta story when I posted them last night!)


Friday
Transcribing again today, but this time it's a man called Guido who has a very strong French accent and speaks VERY fast about scientific formulations. When I finish this one I am fully expecting to receive a GCSE in Chemistry. and I will most definitely be adding 'bilingual' to my skill set on LinkedIn. I am absolutely GUTTED that it's Friday- it's come round so quick again! Because next week is my last week here at Cosmo and I never want this internship to end!!!!! Anyway, on a positive, I'm in Sheffield this weekend celebrating my friend Becca's 30th- it's festival themed, so naturally I'm wearing heels.

Stay tuned for week 4! (Sob!)

Monday, 20 November 2017

REVIEW: PSYCLE LONDON


So, if you told me I would be cheering loudly, high-fiving the other riders, shouting motivational phrases like 'I AM ENOUGH' at a spin class, I would have laughed in your face and said no chance. I don't even like it when the instructor shouts something that requires a lacklustre response of 'yeaaah' to try and get the energy up. I'm here to spin, not to cheerlead.

That was until I attended my first (and most definitely not the last!) spin class at Psycle London. It puts every spin class I have ever done to shame. I feel like with something like spinning, if the instructor brings the energy, it spreads so quickly and you end up having a really good, sweaty, workout. If they can't be arsed, then you can't be arsed, and then it's a waste of 45 minutes that you could have been laying on the couch watching Come Dine With Me re-runs.

Here, the instructors are absolute machines, the energy is through the roof, the technology is second to non, and the actual interior of the building is so minimalist and chic- a faaaaaaar cry from my old gym in Wakefield.

I booked myself on for a 60 minute 'ride' (they don't call it spinning, they call it 'indoor cycling') in their Mortimer Street studio with Alana, a tiny woman with abs of steel- actually, her whole body looked solid AF. (#goals) 

I thought it was going to be really clique-y and the other riders would spot the newbie from a mile off, but the class was PACKED, the room is dark (apart from neon lighting on the room- v. cool) and the music is loud so you wouldn't have chance to lean over to your pal for a quick chat even if you wanted to! Not to mention, they reinforce the whole 'community' vibe.

You have to wear clip-in shoes (NO ESCAPE!) and Alana helped me clip myself in and position my bike to get ready to ride! When I mentioned earlier about cheering and chanting and all that jazz, I wasn't joking. Usually I cringe at this type of thing, but Alana was SO motivating and inspiring and passionate that I actually really loved it! The 60 minutes flew, and even though I couldn't feel my thighs when finally dismounted my bike, I can not wait to go back!

Really looking forward to trying out a boxing class at BXR on Thursday- stay tuned for a review!

Have you tried Psycle? what's your favourite way to workout in London?