A dopey and clearly un-talented former NewstalkZB “journalist” is cry baby of the week.
She is crying a river of tears via her former employer’s parent newspaper about how hard done by she is being a journalist, trained and skilled and yet only fit for reception work in London.
It was starting to feel like this city hated me. I was angry, broke, drinking a lot, and lacking any of the confidence I arrived with four months ago.
I’m talented. I’m hard-working. I’m blonde. And I can charm the pants off the 60-something-year-old Italian who makes me my daily coffee.
I’m also one of 30,000 Kiwis who have left Middle Earth for a city twice the population of our country. A city of 8.6 million people. A city that will chew you up and spit you out without so much as a farewell pint. So I may be many things, but in London, I’m irrelevant.
Yep, you are irrelevant. Glad you finally worked that out daaaaahling.
Here’s the thing: there are plenty of people with skills better than you at writing nonsense in London.
Just because you believed the hype of your regurgitated press releases at NewstalkZB doesn’t mean you are actually talented. If you truly were you’d have that dream London job as a hack at a tabloid.
This February felt like the right time for me to pack up my life. I had a specialist degree and three years’ experience working for some of New Zealand’s most reputable companies.