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Preparation for interviews

Okay so I am a bit all over the place, I have been in and out of hospital with an injury which occurred on my 21st birthday…worse thing was I was sober when I did it, anyway I had broken it in two places, I continued with my night out as I was determined I was going to celebrate turning the big two one - although I wouldn’t call sitting in a smoking area with your leg up celebrating. 

This has kind of messed up my year and I have had to have time off class. Note to self - and you, don’t fall down the stairs before you’re due to intern. 

I worked on my CV, I have done a bit of work in the past which has helped me get to where I am today, for example my blog being spotted by VICE when I was sixteen, which although I didn’t get the grades to study Art, my charming smile, sarcastic remarks, my work and the fact I had been working alongside VICE gave me the opportunity to study Art at college after Fashion. So all this really comes into play when you’re applying somewhere for an intern, it’s always…So Lily do you have any past experience within the Fashion industry?

I had an interview with ** just off Oxford Street (although I wasn’t aware it wasjust off Oxford Street). I woke up early, had breakfast had a cigarette and coffee and was on my way to London. I was feeling really good about the day, I had given myself plenty of time to find this office. I took my suitcase to my apartment and headed to the tube. I was using my iPhone to find out where it was…after an hour of walking round I felt like giving up, I came across a bunch of staff outside somewhere like Chanel or something, I was too much in a fluster to care what shop it was. Anyway I asked them if they knew where this office was and gave them the address, they told me it was…down this street, left, right, up to the top, next left, right again and on the left…or something along those lines. My super organised day wasn’t going as planned. I kept following my iPhone taking me up and down these roads. my skirt was blowing up, my hat was blowing off, my lighter wasn’t working in the wind - I was starting to get really fucking annoyed. 

I finally found this dingy looking office on the top floor of a really lovely building. Although me and two other girls were trying to get in the building and they said the buzzer had broken, so I texted the woman who had been texting me all morning and she came down and apologised about the door that was broken. 

I got upstairs and I was in a queue with eight other girls, all in fedora hats with stern looks and CV’s in their hand…shit my CV, I had printed it off and totally forgot to bring it, I then realised I had chewing gum in my mouth, so I decided to take it out my mouth and on the sly put it in the pocket of my expensive jacket! The interview went well, she said she was looking for someone who already has experience working at London Fashion Week. GREAT all that for nothing, I had come down from Nottingham that morning just to make this too. I sat on a bench on Oxford Street had a cigarette and was forcing myself not to cry. And I couldn’t even afford a Starbucks.