I…am….job.

I. AM. JOB!

(quote from Mrs Doubtfire, for anyone who doesn’t recognise it. Shame on you for not recognising such a fabulously quoteful movie.)

**College gang, may I just say: Touch me again I’ll drown you, ya bastard**

Just a teeny tiny minuscule (commonly misspelled ‘miniscule’ FYI) barely-even-there post about a teeny tiny minuscule barely-even-there success I had recently.

I won’t bore you with details, but basically this is what happened:

Someone recommended me to be the new beauty columnist for the Irish Independent Weekend Magazine, after reading my blog and liking it.

The editor contacted me and we met, and she also liked my writing and style etc. and offered me the weekly spot as beauty columnist.

I did a celebratory scream, followed by a celebratory dance on my bed, followed by a celebratory hug from my boyfriend, followed by a celebratory trip to Wagamama in Cork for some celebratory Steak Teriaki Soba and Duck Gyozas…mmmmmm

Then a nice photographer called Clare came along and took 2 million photos of me for my byline picture. They were, no doubt, all identical.

I then started writing.

I haven’t stopped since.

My first piece was in last Saturday’s Weekend Magazine, you can’t miss me, there’s a picture of me and everything. And my name is on it, of course.

Here it is online.

So while I haven’t secured permanent, pensionable employment, I have secured a fairly steady freelance gig that could *I hope* lead to more freelance gigs.

Make sure you get the Indo on Saturday and have a read of it.

Just thought I’d share the good news and say thank you to everyone who reads this little aul blog. Thanks in particular to the very lovely lady who recommended me. You know who you are!

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