The Wonders of Entrepreneurship

I had a job interview today, my first in quite a while. Hate office clothes, it's like dressing up for Halloween. The horrible weather doesn't make you feel less awkward either; I got there and there was no place to fix myself so I had to sit there with mad hair and Alice Cooper eyes whilst attempting to sound enthusiastic about the prospect of working. It was one of those quick interviews where you can tell that they just want to see what you look like, because you sound alright on paper but they don't want ugly people working in their swanky restaurant. Oh well. It's so good to be back home in baggy jeans and a hoody, those trousers and that shirt were as uncomfortable as trying to eat spaghetti bolognese on a first date - not that I'd know from experience, I have more common sense than that.

And the cherry on top of the cake is...on the way home I got a text off my sister saying "there's a photo of you on the school prospectus! I'll bring one home to show you!" Lovely. Just what I wanted to hear.

I went to see The Sounds at the Barfly last night and they were awesome. However, waiting in the rain and freezing cold for ages wasn't. I had a rather dashing boyfriend to share body heat with while we waited in the queue for tickets, but it made me wonder why they didn't let us in sooner, or at least at 7:30pm like it'd been announced. Didn't they think that if they'd opened the doors earlier the bar would've made more money? Or that they could easily exploit the goth-wannabe-kids who spend daddy's money on alcohol just to look cool? I reckon I could give that manager a little lesson on good marketing. Or a smack on the head with my umbrella - oh wait, I didn't have one!!

In contrast, lastminute.com gets a big thumbs up for caring for their customers. They sent me an e-mail asking if I'd already packed for my trip to Paris and gave me lots of tips on where to go for entertainment, food, local attractions, shopping and even some useful phrases. I'm gonna murder their language, but that's a different story. It's always been one of my dreams to go to Paris, I love making dreams come true!

When I grow up, I want to be Maja Ivarsson.

It's friday and I haven't got lectures because it's a reading week, so in true student manner I am procrastinating. This time I'm being somewhat productive though; decided to take a test to find out whether I'm entrepreneur material. I wasn't very amused by the result; it said I'm "hired hand". So I took another test and this is what I got:

"The prospect of your success in starting a business is questionable. You have some deficiencies that might out-shadow your good traits. If you want to go on with it, be sure to use all the persistence you have. You are going to face some tough times on the way."

After getting a little frustrated, I decided to look further into this because I remember that, when Jimmy was talking about entrepreneurial characteristics in a lecture, I identified myself with most of them. I have friends who'll do things just for the sake of it, but I'd rather be creative and have fun whilst doing them; I'll still get the job done but it makes it more bareable. So here's what I found:

*An eye for opportunity - check. However, too lazy to do anything about it.

*Independence: - check. Lots of it. I like being independent and I wouldn't have it any other way.

*An appetite for hard work - humm, uncheck.

*Self-confidence - ish.

*Discipline - check. I will make one annoying mother one day.

*Judgment- check.

*Ability to accept change - check. Change can be good and if it isn't, you change it so that it is.

*Make stress work for them - check. Living on the edge, I like it.

*Need to achieve - check. I'm not a snob, but I have standards.

*Focus on profits - check. Endless amounts of Jimmy Choo shoes and Chloé bags, focus is definitely something that won't go amiss.

See, I could be an entrepreneur if I wanted to. I've got it in me, I just haven't manifested it yet.

So I took a test to see which world leader I resemble. My mom was Hitler - seriously, I'm not kidding. But then she took it again and this time she was Che Guevara, so maybe this test needs reevaluating.

Apparently I'm Bill Clinton! And apparently that's a good thing. I'd rather be the Dalai Lama, but I suppose Bill was a very powerful man so I wouldn't mind being like him. It'd be too much pressure running a country though and as I've said before I don't like stress, which is why I wouldn't want to be an entrepreneur. I would like to be the first nice woman (don't like the word female) Prime Minister though, that'd be cool. The world would be a much better place if I ran it, along with my confidants.

Maybe there's something about Bill and Monicas after all.

On our first Entrepreneurship lecture, Jimmy asked us what an entrepreneur was. To me, entrepreneurs are workaholics who only think about succeeding and exceeding their limits; and they have no time for families or job unrelated entertainment for their firms are their babies. Of course I didn’t say that out loud in a room with hundreds of people, I’m far too shy to do that. And I’m still traumatized from when Julia Hodgson asked about stereotypes between men and women and I said men are less hygienic than women. I’m surprised I’m still alive after that, good thing this is The University of Liverpool and the scally ratio is low, otherwise I would’ve ended up with a purple eye.

Anyway, I’m not judging, people should do whatever they want with their lives. My priorities are all wrong but I’m happy so as long as I’m not hurting anyone with my choices, that’s all that matters. I’d love to be part of a well-known huge enterprise, but I wouldn’t like to have my own business, I appreciate free time far too much. I’m not lazy, I’m just a free spirit, or a hippie if we were in the 70s. Or, to put it simpler, I’m more Karl Marx than Carl Icahn.