Cupcakes and Glitter Shakes. Lisa Clark

doors and a security man standing outside.

      The security man nods his head and wishes me good morning as I take a deep breath and head into the whirl-swirl of the revolving door.

      This is it.

      I’m here, and I’m going to be the best intern-girl Missy magazine has ever had. I’ll be attentive, I’ll make lots of cups of tea and despite the crazy amount of butterflies currently inhabiting my tummy, I’ll rock. Besides, I’ve got cupcakes, everyone loves a cupcake.

      I stand up tall ready to rock my most practiced runway walk of confidence to the reception desk, when I’m yanked backwards.

      Hard.

      I turn on my heel, thinking the security man has decided he’s made a mistake in letting me pass, that actually I’m way too young to be working in this big and important building, and that I must leave immediately, but it’s not.