Wow, The List.

Is so not what I was expecting. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't what I found. The offices are in what looks like converted flats and they're like a maze of corridors and passages and rooms with way too many doors. Everyone there seems lovely but older and much more subdued than I was expecting. Again, I don't think I was expecting 19 year olds swinging from the rooftops and those who do work there aren't much over 30. I know that I did expect to feel totally inadequate with all their fountains of knowledge, and to a certain extent I was, but t looks like my years of reading the magazine and trying my best to always know whats happening in town have paid off. I wasn't completely over my head and yes, I did feel cool sitting at my very own desk with my very own computer drinking tea and doing some research for a feature.

I'll have some skivvying jobs aswell I'm sure. Although I haven't made my own cup of tea yet! And I'm sure the getting up at 6am and getting home at 8pm will become normal. I hope.

But there is something nice about travelling by train, theres also something cool about having a rail card. It's like a status symbol that says: "yeah, I do this all the time. I'm bored of it now, I'll just sit here listening to my ipod or reading my paper." When really I'm like: "yeah, look at me. Commuting." I'll get used to the early starts, it's all in preperation for my next work placement which is going to be as big a mission as this but in different ways.

So back to the capital tommorow, doing my dream job for free and finding out it's not quite as glamourous as I imagined. ALthough I was impressed when a voice came from somewhere in the distance and shouted: "Who wants press accreditiation for Glasgow Fashion Week?" I was desperate to shout out but you know, take it slowly. I'm sure the credits will come next week.