I have to say, my weeks go by with such a blur. I hardly know what day it is anymore. I’m having flashbacks to last term when I would wake up and just end up where I needed to be. The clock-work regularity of everything meant I almost never had to think about where I was going, I just knew. Uni in the week. Work on the weekend. Work experience on Mondays. And, well, you get the picture.
This term things have gone a bit haywire. I’m working more, in uni less, don’t have a work experience, but I seem to have even less free time than I did last term despite having at least one day off a week. But what am I even doing with it all? I honestly feel like the most boring person in the world when someone asks me what I’ve done for the day. But a little while ago I started reading Stylist, a weekly free magazine from Shortlist Media. Every week they usually have a column called “Work Life: A one-day diary from morning latte to lights out”. It’s just what the label says.
Each week they get someone to come in and describe what a typical work day is like for them. They’re precious insights into what I always imagine to be high-flying careers. Some of them are a harsh reality check of emails and meetings. But some, particularly Issue 115’s (“The Book Issue”) “diary” by Donna Payne, director of art at Faber and Faber, still sound exciting after the fact. Actually, I would take Ms Payne’s job any day! It sounds amazing. My day, by comparison, sounds just as I expected it to. Dull.
On days when I don’t have work, my mornings usually start at a bright and early 10:30am and don’t involve drinking copious amounts of coffee or tea to feel alive. In fact, most days I just roll out of bed and pop on the computer to check my Twitter and e-mail accounts.
By about 11:30 I’m fighting off starvation and roll (walk) out to the kitchen to gaze wishfully into my cupboard. I imagine there’s a steak pre-cooked and waiting for me, prepared by some magical pixie of a chef. Instead, a tin of beans, packets of Cup-a-Soup and an abused looking bag of pasta appear in front of me. A harsh wake up call. I spring for the ‘fridge and decide that a bagel and cream cheese is probably the best choice. By this time it’s probably 11:45 and I’m running late for class! Toast and prepare the bagel. Run back and forth to my room. Books. Things. Clothes. Don’t forget to brush your teeth! And I run out the door off to class.
Class usually goes by in a blur of information and usefulness. I’ve probably learned more this entire year than I did during my four years of undergraduate studies. Well, at least more vocational skills. By the time I’m out of class it’s about 5pm and the bagel has long since dissolved into a fond memory. Time for dinner!
A quick meal of pasta and sauce is usually on hand. I’m saving the tin of beans for a really desperate occassion.
After dinner it’s time to continue doing work! This MA in Publishing is not a 9-to-5 job. It’s a 9am-to-1am job. I pack my bags and head off the handy-dandy Publishing IT Suite. It is here that the hours seem to fly out the window, or possibly get sucked into the air conditioner, which then spews them out in a noxious mixture of germs and desperation. You can’t leave the IT Suite without the flu, it seems. I work away at one of the computers, usually designing or doing market research, until my eyes begin to protest. It’s not until they start setting up Twitter accounts that I begin to worry, but by the time I leave, they’re throwing a full-on revolution.
I go home.
It’s a five minute walk and I probably look a bit dazed to any passersby. It’s dark out now and the weather is usually the opposite of the way I left it a full 6 hours ago.
Finally back in the safety of my room, I torture my eyes a bit more and go on Facebook and Twitter to see what has been happening in the rest of the world. Eventually I drag myself to the shower. Shower. And at about 1am or so I finally crawl into bed and it’s lights out.
And, well, that’s my day. Or a typical one anyway. Sometimes I do exciting things. Sometimes we have guest speakers, that I usually try and blog about, and sometimes I don’t do anything besides stand in a shop all day long, but those are other posts indeed.
What’s a typical day like for you? I sincerely hope it’s more exciting than mine!