Friday, 18 February 2011

First project nerves

One week of being a PR freelancer and I'm off to Hollywood. What can possibly go wrong?

So, I'm in the final throes of preparation for my trip tomorrow. As brag factors go, jetting off to LA, a week after turning freelance, has to be right up there. I'm off to a super swanky US university to mentor post grads. And it's not that I'm not grateful for this opportunity, I am. Really I am. It's just that:


Dreams always come true here right?

Among other things, I've volunteered to give a three hour workshop; and although I've worked in the comms industry for 17+ years I'm not sure I can talk about it for longer than 20 minutes...

AND I've prepared all the materials from scratch, AND in an enormous hurry, it's a shiny new deck and probably every slide harbours a typo which will only declare itself when projected onto a 20 foot screen in a room full of clever people...

AND, LA is 500 square miles, I have a disgraceful sense of direction, I am a rubbish driver and walking apparently is not an option. I know I'm going to get lost on my first day, arrive late, look a total twat etc etc...


AND, I don’t know anyone, any restaurants, any shops, any neighbourhoods, any reasons d’être to be in LA. I could just go to the beach, but it’s Venice beach and it's February and I'm not sure my pale and imperfect bod will even be allowed on it...


AND everyone keeps telling me that I will love LA, everyone. That the people are like the weather - warm, beautiful, friendly and relaxed. But the thing is, I am more a product of our own inclement climes, frigid, haggard, hostile and neurotic. What if I make students cry?..

Besides I love New York, love it, love the people, the food, the shops, the art, the weather, the architecture. I know my way around New York . I know my way around the people. Everyone says that LA is nothing like New York... 

AND last night, I phoned a friend and whimpered that I'm about to go down more like Ricky Gervais than Piers Morgan. Obviously I wasn't actually looking for a practical solution, just to hear the sound of my own voice bleating. But he only goes and 'helps'! Hooks me up with his fabulous friend, an LA local, assures me we’ll get on like a house on fire. Turns out she’s a supremely successful fashion stylist, dresses the A List for the red carpet...

AND so now, on top of everything else, I don't know what to wear. I've always been so disdainful of labels. Will that catch on do you think? In LA??

So think: a badly dressed - Ricky Gervais - arriving late  - at the Golden Globes - no one to talk to - and fluffing his lines  - on already ill-judged script.Only difference is, I do want this gig again.


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The highs and lows of a fledgling freelancer - the early months
The fallible freelancer - a cautionary tale
In the world of freelance is it wrong? - the dilemmas facing this particular multitasking freelancer




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