Good news

In everything that’s happened lately, I’ve completely pushed the good thing out of my mind. It is, ladies and gentlemen, that I have a job! A job! A proper contract. Ok, perhaps it’s not that much to scream about. Everyone gets a job right? Well, it’s just because it gives me more time in the UK for sure, so that I have more time to sort out what will happen at the end of my contract. It’s just an internship, lasting 3 months in the communication office of a Charity helping people with sight loss around the world. I have a suspicion, E’s boyfriend R, who works for this charity had a little say in the matter, because I practically got headhunted for it, no interviews, applications, nothing. Someone had just sent in my CV without me knowing, so I was very surprised when I got the email saying it was mine if I wanted it! And of course, I couldn’t say no! I don’t know anything about it yet though. I don’t know when I start, finish etc, but it’s made me relax!

Apart from getting good news about work, I took part in an event for blind and partially sighted women which were all about presenting yourself. We were split in two groups. My groups dealt with clothing first of all. Each VI girl was pared up with a lady from a significant bank and there were professional consultants there as well who walked around talking to us. My guide was well cool and we even looked slightly alike which was cool since she then could give me some very good tips on make-up for my complexion. We also had the same taste in clothes and a shoe fetish. I must admit I was a little nervous about going to this event. I’ve always cared about the way I look, and have heard many time I’m beautiful and dress well, but still, I almost felt like I was going to be judged on my looks that day. It went well though. This really cool New York girl, who worked with the clothes consultancy people, came over to me and she, my guide and I were talking about the way I dressed, what I liked and what type of work I was going to be doing. I got complimented on my style and Miss NYC and my guide suggested how I could expand a work wardrobe and dress so that it looked professional, fit for going out and sexy at the same time. The consultant company Miss NYC is with, offer to go shopping for free with clients, so she and I are gonna go shopping in central London some time soon! I really can’t wait!

Then it was make-up. I never really wear a lot of make-up. Not because I’m blind, but because my complexion’s good, I tint my eye-lashes and because I’m lazy. A lady from a well known International hair and beauty company did my make-up explaining every step of what she did, the colours she used and how it affected my face. My guide was next to me writing down the names and colours of what was put on my face. This was good quality make-up and I found I really liked having it on. It was also very easy to apply it so I decided to buy some of the things they’d brought so that I didn’t have to go to the salon. When I fall for something, I really want it there and then! But I gather I’m not the only woman like that. It was a great day and it felt a little like being at a day time girly party.

The next day, I spent with a photographer student who’s doing a project on blind people and movements, or something along the lines of that. Basically, VIs going about their day. It was cool even though I hate posing for pictures. We chatted a lot though and after having taken photos of me in my flat, we went to Brixton Market, did a little bit of shopping and had a nice meal. I’ll link his blog here.

When I got home, g came over and we had a long girly rant before she went home and I spent the rest of the night on the phone to Mad. Just as I was going to bed, my neighbour, who has my number because we once were in a forum together, texted me and asked me how the forum went. I said I didn’t know and we texted back and forth till he sent me lots of drunken texts asking me if it was ok if he thought I was lovely and sexy. I replied saying that his thoughts nobody could take from him, but to leave me alone please! I could tell he was drunk from the way the texts were written. I’m gonna ignore it this time, but next time I’ll react a little harder.

Just spending a night in tonight, maybe meeting A, but not sure.

Tags: Brixton market, Job, Pictures