Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight is Oscars night.
One year ago I spent what might be considered the most important night in showbiz literally glued to the TV screen, laptop ready, notepad on hand, eagerly waiting for “the story”.
Back then I used to work for an entertainment news agency and dreamed of a career in what I like to call “real journalism”.
You know, the serious stuff. Politics, business, war reporting.
One month later, I quit my job and applied at a bakery/café to become a pastry chef.
So here I am now, reflecting on the past year and although I’m happier than ever with the career-change I realised recently how much I miss the thrill of getting a good story.
Not the thrill of a good story in entertainment news, because from my point of view that can hardly be called news, but the thrill I got used to when chasing (small but) real stories back when I did my degree.
Recently, we had this TV crew at work who filmed our bakery and café to do a little spot for a television cookery show and although I usually prefer print journalism, I was itching to jump behind the camera and do the filming myself!
Instead I was being interviewed. (It felt very awkward. My colleague enjoyed it, though. She was like: “We are going to be TV stars!”)
So I guess coffeerocketfairytale had its fair share of glamour for this month.
The Oscar itself probably didn’t change my life, but it certainly is an indicator how much I changed my life. Cheers, Academy!