Thursday, November 26, 2009

A day in the life

Hello all,

I hope by the end of this you think your work experience is shit compared to mine.

Right, lets start

This morning, I was awoken at 7am to start to get ready. I thought to myself that this was going to be a long day, not knowing what I was expected to see or do. I got up, being a doll for my mother as she dressed me in nice clothes and told me how to do my hair. I was pretty proud at what I could scrub up to seeing as every day I normally couldn’t care less at how bad I looked. Dad came to pick me up at 8am and take me to the West. With my eyes looking more asian then they usually do I was looking the mirror ten times a minute. I reached the building and dad drove through the electric gate, parked in his usual spot and then headed to the big glass doors where I reached the opening gates where you need a card to get in. This is where I went to next to receive my very own power card.


After that I was shown around the many floors and departments. Advertising, editors, style, habitat, features, general news, sports editors, photographers, video journalists, mind and body, the wire writers, travel, business, TI, and the list goes on. It was amazing. As I strolled through the departments with Dad in my swade’ heels please were yelling out “Les Corner” left right and centre. Dad then brought me up to the top floor where worked the features, fashion, mind and body, generally news, photographers, artists and editors. This is where my day began. I was introduced to the main people where they screamed “OHHHH LOOK AT YOU! YOUR SO MUCH OLDER! I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A BABY! I REMEMBER WHEN YOU CAME AND YOU WHERE 6” I didn’t remember anyone.


I was then taken to features when suddenly a photographer told me she was taking a shoot so she took me to the studio. I was then asked to design a few pieces so they can be photographed (you’ll see it in the paper ) After being so interested, I was then taken to the video journalists who told me they had a interview they wanted to do with the Master Chef judge, Matt someone. So we drove to ..West Perth.. and met him a t the resteraunt where he bought me a coffee! We then filmed and interviewed him and took a few shots. It was amazing. Then I got back to the humble building where I was off again. Being escorted to the arts section where I was meeting new people. I then met the writers of the Wire. The wire is a lift out page in the newspaper that is generally for people our age and up to 20. It’s all about music, cool things and more music. They told me that they were happy to take me out in order to complete their new section called “EtcEtc” This is where you could find anything you want, and just write. Today’s theme was “Foods you eat after going to the pub and getting pissed” So we drove around all of Leederville, Mt Lawly and Northbring in search of the oilest food that would cure your sickness in the morning. We ended up getting pizza, burgers, kebabs, milo, vegemite sandwhiches, cheese singles, chips and we got them all for free which where made at proper resteraunts. We took them to the studio and did a photo shoot. You’ll find this in the lift out called “the Wire” in the newspaper every Thursday. I was then asked by them to be the new guest stylist where I get to write a page of what I’m lovin’ right now. Including, clothes, movies, music, food, anything! I was over the moon knowing I, Lauran Corner, was going to be writing in the West Australian and it’s my first day.


I then moved to Mind and Body where I chose the winners for the competitions and called them telling them they had won. After that I listened to all the sports editors screaming “FUCK SHIT FUCK” at the draft list for the AFL. Congrats to Brad (Bri’s Brother) too.


Tomorrow at 9am, my day starts, with a interview with a surgeon on bands that fat peoples use to make them skinnier and then after  I have a fashion shoot and then I go to the travel section.


Fuck you all, I hope your jealous. 

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