So, what am I doing here? I'm in Parisdoing a three-month internship with a TV and film website. It'sEnglish-language site - my French A-level is rustier than an oldtrombone - and I'm on the editorial. That means I write the chattystuff. I work specifically on TV series under the TV editor.
A typical day for me starts at about 9.30am, but there's no strictstart-time. (My boss comes it about 10.15 most days). I check a load ofshowbiz and entertainment blogs and pick three news stories that Ithink our readers would like to hear about. I write those up 'til noon,do a bit of brainless database work, break for lunch at 2pm then, from3 'til 6 or 7, help the editor compile a feature or a quiz or some soapspoilers.
It's fun! I spend all morning perusing the red-tops, filchingstories off the 3am girls, and for homework I watch a lot of telly.It's basically getting paid to do what I'd be doing if I wereunemployed, except that I don't turn up for work in my pajamas. I'm notsure I could do a job like this forever, because it feels a bit..inconsequential, maybe, and not very socially constructive.
Yes, I've still got that not-working-for-Oxfam guilt that I should've binned at 15...
So that's that, in a nutshell! Excuse me, it's a Saturday night. Nomore blogging - I'm off to take advantage of the Parisien nightlife (Favela Chic, to pose). Promise to give you all the water-cooler goss another day. Bises!