As a staunch republican, who refused to watch the royal wedding but somehow saw every minute of it, I applied for a job at The Royal Household, specifically as a Personal Assistant for Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles and somehow they rejected me.
Do I have a VISA to work in the UK? No.
Do I have any qualifications that are relevant to working as a PA? Also no.
Do I know how to draft letters, organise diaries, answer telephone calls, or ‘handle queries’ about God knows what from God knows whom? F*ck. No.
But that didn’t stop me from being ambitious, because as an Instagram model wearing a bikini and doing a complex yoga pose in Bora Bora once said, “All your dreams can come true if you have the courage to pursue them…”
“NEW YEAR NEW ME,” I yelled as I wiped chocolate from my chin and cancelled by Pilates class. This would need my undivided attention.
You see, I saw the job ad on The Sun, a place best known for its exciting career opportunities.
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Presumably all those titles exist because actual people have those somewhere!
I really hope there is some computer program that sorts through all these applications. Otherwise imagine the poor schlub having to wade through all the joke ones to get to the real deal.