Production Secretary on series 8 of DIY Heroes. It’s more exciting than it sounds. Actually, it’s not really, unless you thought you might never get a job in the TV industry again, in which case it’s the Holy Grail. I’m grateful. It’s more than I deserve.
It films in Manchester and they have told me I have to be ‘Manchester based’ (which means that they don’t care where I really live, they won’t pay for my accommodation) so I decided to give up my flat with Ali and Sarah and rent a room in a shared place up there. There’s nothing to keep me in London, and it’s good to be flexible in this business. Now I’m living in a room in a terraced house near Salford, with Katya and Lindsay for flatmates. I haven’t really got to know them yet, I haven’t had time.
My new ethos is work, work, work. Get noticed. Get promoted. Don’t get involved in anything that will fuck it up. The hours are long but I’m grateful. I don’t want to spend too much time staring at the walls of my new place.
Patrick has finally stopped calling. The second phone is long gone, obviously, but for weeks my proper mobile buzzed with missed (for which read ‘ignored’) calls from ‘Ben’. I didn’t answer any of them. Deleted the texts. He’s a part of my history I have no desire to revisit.
Men in any shape or form are off the agenda for a while. I need to focus on me and my career. Everything else can wait.
I never thought I’d say it but I miss Tamsin. I’ve finally realized that as bosses go she was pretty good. Up there with the best probably.