randomflowers: nonf1weekendparty: If you could have any job in F1, what would you do? (Driver is of course an option, regardless of talent!) Tag your answers with #Non F1 Weekend Party :) {suggested by f1iscoolerthanme} When I was a kid, it was my dream to be an engineer. I dropped all plans of being a musician and chose my subjects around that. And then came the realisation that I am actually crap at maths and physics. So out went that dream.  As I’m doing a languages degree, I would like to think that I could slot right into a PR or Marketing department. There aren’t many people out there with a very good knowledge of four languages! Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself… I’ve been told that my writing style is good - I blog on a Year Abroad website and have had very good feedback on my articles there and my saving grace in essays is always my writing style. Admittedly I do overuse commas and exclamation marks when I’m writing like this, but oh well.  Failing that, for various perverted reasons, I’d like to be the person who puts the seatbelts on the drivers. *insert pervy face here*

randomflowers:

nonf1weekendparty:

If you could have any job in F1, what would you do? (Driver is of course an option, regardless of talent!)

Tag your answers with #Non F1 Weekend Party :)

{suggested by f1iscoolerthanme}

When I was a kid, it was my dream to be an engineer. I dropped all plans of being a musician and chose my subjects around that. And then came the realisation that I am actually crap at maths and physics. So out went that dream. 

As I’m doing a languages degree, I would like to think that I could slot right into a PR or Marketing department. There aren’t many people out there with a very good knowledge of four languages! Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself… I’ve been told that my writing style is good - I blog on a Year Abroad website and have had very good feedback on my articles there and my saving grace in essays is always my writing style. Admittedly I do overuse commas and exclamation marks when I’m writing like this, but oh well. 

Failing that, for various perverted reasons, I’d like to be the person who puts the seatbelts on the drivers. *insert pervy face here*