Prince’s Trust: Day 30 (Thursday 11th May 2017)

Hey everybody,

Just like I warned, Karma came knocking in footnote form. I’ve spent an entire morning correcting bad footnotes from high ranking academics. No-one likes footnoting but equally no-one likes bad footnoting either. I can’t talk though, footnotes and I are a bad match, even when I was at uni.

I’m keeping busy with copyediting and also researching into the audio software in time for tomorrow’s podcast. Still not telling you exactly what I’m doing, but maybe tomorrow I’ll give you a cheeky nudge about the organisation Ash is in charge of.

I met Lianne, she works with Ash too. She’s asked me to do this database for her and send it back to her by the end of next week. Again, I can’t tell you because it’s highly confidential and let’s face it I’d be for the high jump. No-one wants to see that!

I love a challenge and am happy to get stuck in – besides which, I’ve been told there’s no rush for the database.

Towards the end of today, Ash, Andre and myself sat down and discussed the programme and how to use the software for the podcasts tomorrow. The last time I used it, I was still at school (around about a decade ago… brrr – sorry, that was a shiver going down my spine). My knowledge of how to use it is quite foggy (it’s like training a muscle, the more you use it, the easier and the quicker it is to pick-up). It’s still a work in progress but we managed it between the three of us – just about.

After the day was over, I stayed behind to do yesterday’s blog and to have dinner with the local community. Of course, me trying to upload a blog post amongst distractions, it never actually came to fruition.

All in all, a good productive day.

Speak soon,

 

LexC

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P.S. Note to self: Must take more breaks.

Prince’s Trust: Day 29 (Wednesday 10th May 2017)

Hey everybody!

Today, I did my editing from the comfort of the local school’s hub, located up the street and around the corner from where I’m doing my work placement. Shuaib (another member of Team 125) is doing is work placement at the school, so we got to have a little chat while we worked. Albeit through a wall and around a doorframe or two.

My supervisor (Ash) and his colleague (Andre) went up to Manchester for a meeting about Friday. They sent me to the school probably for the company.

At lunchtime, I got to feed one of the lambs with two members of staff and Shuaib.

After lunchtime, I carried on with the editing and later I realised that our Team Leader (Kelly), would be gatecrashing (inside joke) to see what we’re doing and also if we were enjoying what we’re doing. I had a feeling she would be coming to visit when she started dropping hints on social media, saying how much the other team members were enjoying their work placements. My thoughts were confirmed when I heard her voice through the wall talking to staff and Shuaib in the other room.

When I finally got chance to talk to her, we had a long chat. I told her that I was getting a brain workout and probably fried my own brain at some point. It’s what happens when I work too hard (it makes my mum worry). Having said that, I did not come to the publishers for an easy ride with my academic background, and having to edit what I have been asked to is what I was expecting. The only downside, is that my brain is not quite used to it since I graduated nearly two years ago (in two months). As a result, I have had to make extra effort to focus and because it’s academic work and I need to look at it from a skills perspective.

Being an English grad, there are only a few things that irk me. One is dodgy English, two is bad grammar, and the third is bad spelling. All are crimes against humanity. I have encountered them all. I have also been warned about the dodgy footnotes in some of the stuff I’ve been editing. I’m expecting Karma tomorrow (even though I don’t really believe in it) in the form of footnotes. I’m just waiting for it to come and bite me on the bottom.

Have I told you how excited I am about the podcast on Friday? I’ll be producing it and although it’s all new to me I genuinely cannot wait to start. My job is also to find out about the software and inform Ash and Andre about how it works and how to use it. As they are blokes, I’ll have to show them rather than tell them. It’s exciting stuff and they are two really great blokes.

Speak soon,

 

LexC

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Prince’s Trust: Day 6 (Monday 3rd April 2017) 

Hey everybody!

What a week that was!

It’s always great to get away from the city every once in a while. Whilst I can’t speak for the rest of the team, for me, being in sunny Shropshire in the middle of nowhere was a faint reminder of my adolescence. For those of you who know me, you’ll understand why. For those of you who don’t; I’m a countryside girl. I loved being in Shropshire – I even got a tan (more lobster tan than anything else!)

Not sure I could say the same for the thirteen hour days we had, it’s something I’m still recovering from. Yes, nanna naps are helping.

Proof, you say?

These are going to be some blog posts if proof is what you’re after, ladies and gents. You’ll have to bear with me on this one.

Before I begin properly, here’s a disclaimer: I can’t guarantee that this is going to be funny because this what I’ve been duly informed. As you read through these blogs, you’ll realise I’ve been told I’m a lot of things in recent weeks, being funny is one I’m not used to. You’ll see what I mean. Honestly, if it’s funny it’s not on purpose. So if it’s not funny enough, I can only apologise in advance.

I fought with my suitcase before turning up at our team’s base later than planned. Don’t look at me like that, I was hardly going to turn up looking like I was off on holiday for a fortnight, was I? Even if I did return with the lobster tan to prove it!

Between 10am and half-past the minibus arrived. It took about 1h 30 to get to the place we were staying in. We stayed in a manor house with views of the British countryside (for those unfamiliar with Shropshire, it’s on the way to Wales).

When we got to the manor house, we chose the rooms we would be sleeping in and dropped our bags off, carried the shopping up the Hogwarts-like stairs, helped put the shopping away and made our beds. I’m just glad my Mum wasn’t there to see the bed linen (sorry not sorry Mum – in fact don’t even ask).

After meeting our instructors Martin and Rich, we were allowed half an hour for lunch but some of us missed it entirely. At 1pm, we started with building stretchers to carry an individual with a back injury around a 100 yard perimeter. We could use anything to hand, inclduing rope and special stretcher bags. We were split into two groups. One group finished in 6 minutes, the other took five times as long. The group who built the stretcher in 6 minutes beat the other team even though we got stuck at the half-way point.

Then there was the human crane which we all participated in. We all had to hold a piece of the rope and then use the contraption which can only be described in layman’s terms as a metal picky-uppy-doofery-thing. You get what I mean?

We managed to get all the wooden blocks stacked on top of each other, although, by the end it started to resemble a game of Jenga.

Carpet Island came next – don’t even get me started. The whole concept of the game was to get from A to B but it was to test stress levels under pressure and frustration. At first, they rose but once we got into a repetitive pattern of getting it wrong and then working out how to put it right, they started to go down. By which point the other team who had lost the stretcher race beat us to the finish line.

Yeah, it was Karma.

Earlier that morning, everyone had silently mutually agreed that the group I was leading would be cooking that night. Although I enjoy cooking anyone who knows me, knows I’m rubbish under pressure in those sorts of situations. Of course, it all went wrong from the very beginning. I was still hungry from lunchtime and I forgot to sort out the stuffing first thing. Yes, I am a nincompoop.

We managed to make food just before the Night Walk, strangely I was rather calm about it all. I genuinely thought that I was one of those terrified of the dark, ashamed to realise that I’ve been fobbing myself off for this long. There were a couple who were scared of the dark and one (Hannah) clung onto two of us for dear life. We tried to keep her calm, poor chick. She’s alright now.

When we got back to Walcott Hall, I made my lunch using some of the leftover veggie burgers (why not, leftovers has become my nickname/jokey middle name – it’s just the kind of thing my family do) for the next day and I went to bed. By 10pm I was ready for sleeping.

Speak soon,

 

LexC

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