DAY 1

​For the purposes of keeping the lives of the people in my story private, I am changing all names and locations.
AHHH! I'm not panicking at all. I just got back from my first day at Grazia magazine, and I'm just about ready to fall asleep. But before I do, I must document this experience.
​As I walked into the main reception, my heart was beating out of my chest. By the time I reached the man on desk I was a quivering mess (very out of character), and my legs were shaking like shakira's booty. "I'm here to see Louise, is she in?" "Umm, I'm not sure she works here" - are you serious? It's my first day and you're not sure if the woman I've been emailing even works here? After adding to my worry, he then explains I need to go to the first floor to the other reception desk. On my way up, I see many workers, all unbelievably casual. I'm standing here in smart grey trousers and a black blouse, sticking out like a sore thumb. Great. Two minutes later and I'm greeted by the amazing Louise. Tall, blonde and gorgeous, I'm finding myself unbelievably jealous of the woman. Not only is she beautiful, she's lovely too! I only have positive things to say. After a little chat with her, she introduced me to my boss for the week - Helen. Helen's a petite, gorgeous, almost reserved character, but she welcomed me with open arms and sorted me out with work and a desk.
Stuffing magazines into envelopes is not as glamourous as it sounds… until you start sending magazines to the likes of Pamela Anderson and Ollie Locke. Probably the highlight of my day.
My first job was sorting out the post. Every day at 10.30am the post is delivered in two massive bags. I was given a floor plan and told to deliver the post to their various locations. As simple as it sounds, the floor plan was harder to figure out than expected, and took a lot longer than it probably should have. This was the real world of work - no one spoon feeds you here baby.
Another job I did on my first day was the weekly write up. This was pretty exciting as I got to read the week's Grazia before any of the public could! It involves reading the magazine and inputing data about each page onto a spreadsheet. For example, the page number, title and a few key words.
All in all, I felt ridiculously out of place but had an amazing experience. Ugly Betty take 2 or what? Tomorrow's a new day and lets make this one count.