Just Another Day On The Farm
As this is my first blog post here, I suppose a bit of an Naymz.html is in order.
“Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Cassandra O’Shea, but you can call me Cassie, but not Casey as that is my brother’s name. My parents did not plan that one well. I am American, but please don’t hold it against me.”
As a writer, it is hard for me to resist getting carried away, so I will try to avoid the long life story. I grew up in New Mexico and moved to New York City for university. After ten years living, or barely surviving, in the Big Apple, I took off for international adventure. Trust me, once you live in New York, all the other places in the United States don’t seem very inhabitable. I lived in Barcelona and Ibiza before arriving on the shores of Blighty last May to join my boyfriend at the time, and now he’s my husband.
I started working at Punch three weeks ago, but it already feels like I have been here forever (in a good way). Hired for my writing and editorial expertise, I’ve been diving right into the impressive amount of copy everyone at Punch produces on a daily basis. The fast pace, variety of clients, and diverse nature of the work here is truly thrilling and I look forward to new challenges each day. Also, I look forward to seeing the rabbit greeting committee, sweet little lambs, and darling calves on my morning commute. That makes more sense if I tell you that the Punch office is on a working farm in the middle of countryside.
As always with my global wandering, I have been using Facebook to keep in touch with my far-flung friends around the world. Over the last several months, they’ve been treated to tales of my adventures in the UK, from watching the World Pipe Band Championship in Glasgow to my various experiences with classic English cuisine. The image below of my first proper afternoon tea experience elicited ‘Likes’ from several people, including a Russian friend back home in New Mexico. My brother, who for some crazy reason still lives in New York, commented on how English I have become, whilst my sister-in-law in Chile commented, “Se ve rico el tecito!” I think that means, “You are my favourite sister-in-law ever.”
First post down, many more to come!