Waiting for the bus this morning, I started to think about goals. In all honesty, I’ve never been the best goal-setter. I can do deadlines and projects, but setting specific, long-term goals has never really been my thing. I’ve always been more of a go-with-the-flow kind of person, taking everything one step at a time and, if anything, avoiding planning too far ahead. However, it seems this actually often works out.
In fact, the two things I have done recently were both “goals” I had, but they weren’t cemented-in-my-head things I was always working toward. They were just ideas I always had floating around, things I thought, “I would really like to do this.” They were more what I’d like to call Non-Goals. (more…)
I know it’s been a while since I’ve made an update, but there hasn’t been too much excitement going on. Just the usual stuff of life. We did have a nice weekend though so I’ll give a quick update on that.
Friday night I met Oscar at a pub near his work. We had a few drinks with a couple of his co-workers, which once again illustrated the diversity of Australia. Both guys had lived in Australia for most of their lives, but they were both born and spent their early childhood abroad. One was Ecuadorean and the other was Indian. This seems to be the story of a huge percentage of Australians, especially in Sydney, I suppose. I may have mentioned it before, but in my own office the marketing team is entirely Asian, except my boss. They all have spent most of the later part of their lives in Australia and speak with an Aussie accent, but they were all born in their home countries: Malaysia, Hong Kong, the Philippines, South Korea.
It was interesting talking with Oscar’s two workmates, because they both said they felt they didn’t quite have a home country or ethnic identity. The people from their countries of origin didn’t see them as Ecuadorean or Indian, but Australians didn’t see them quite as Australian. This is a common thing you hear from immigrants, but it’s interesting since so many Australians are in that same boat. Australia is just as much a melting pot as the US (in my own personal experiences, even more so — though this is obviously because I’m living in a big city here and am less exposed to this much diversity in the smaller places have lived back in the States). To be Australian is to be an immigrant, in most cases. (more…)
Yesterday I was up at 4:30am for…work?! Yes, I had a 6:30am flight to Brisbane. I met my boss at the airport and we boarded our Qantas flight out. Thankfully, Qantas is awesome, and we got a great breakfast of cereal, bread, OJ, and apple slices. The flight was a bit rough (especially the landing!) but it was made up for by the views.
I couldn’t help but admire the gorgeous water beneath us as we neared Brisbane. Shades of deep blue and turquoise and green, with some visible areas of coral and gorgeous winding bays — how could I not stare? But it got even better after we ducked in and out of some rain clouds and were met with a beautiful rainbow. Over the next few minutes the rainbow brightened, then another one formed as well. It stretched all the way from the sky above us to the sea below and was absolutely spectacular.
Then we landed at the domestic airport and were picked up by one of the Brisbane managers to hop over to the international airport. Here the work began. We spent the first couple hours in meetings with various people, then we were off to visit the stores. I spent hours wandering through each of the three duty free shops we have there, marking up and rearranging floor plans, taking pictures of promotions, correcting numbers and information and consulting with the managers. It was difficult work at times, but everyone in Brisbane is so friendly and laidback, I pretty much just enjoy myself! (more…)
First week as a Marketing Assistant: check. Definitely a huge step up from my last job. Last night we went out with a friend and met a bunch of new people, and they were all shocked that I have only been here two months and already have a “real” job. I’m a bit shocked myself, when I really think about it, that I was able to get this job so easily.
I’m not sure if I mentioned it, but I really didn’t think I was going to get the job. My interview was a very short, informal meeting with the Marketing Manager, and I didn’t feel I had really been able to sell myself enough. But I must have said something right.
I do believe my accent actually helped me a little bit, as my boss told me that he interviewed one French guy that he had to say no to pretty much right away because his accent was so heavy he was afraid he’d have trouble communicating with the store managers. (more…)
I have to take the bus to work, and I have a longstanding hatred for buses. And for good reason. For one, they are never on time. My first couple days of work I was 5-10 minutes late because my bus was so late. Coming home on Friday, my usual bus never even came and the next one that was supposed to arrive ten minutes later was a little more than five minutes late, so I sat at the bus stop for 25 minutes. You also get quite a range of bus drivers, some are very nice but some are quite nasty.
Finally, probably my most hated thing about buses (though once you’ve gotten to know your usual route this would be replaced by the lateness issue) is never knowing when to get off. I love trains because they have set stops that are obviously marked and you can easily figure out where you are and when you need to get off. On buses, you need to know where you’re getting off and be sure to signal before the bus passes it. My first couple days going to work I was so afraid of passing the office that I got off way too early and had to walk all the way down the street, watching the bus pull over again and again at more stops between me and my work. My first time taking the bus home I did the opposite, stayed on way too long, and found myself in the dark and rain in a place I had never been before. I wandered around asking people if they knew where my street was and none did. I finally went into a convenience store where the friendly man simultaneously searched online and in an atlas for my street and was able to help direct me the right way. (more…)
Well, now that we’ve moved I suppose I can give the exposé on King’s Cross. As I mentioned before, there is actually a really popular show here in Australia called Underbelly: The Golden Mile that is all about King’s Cross in the 80’s and 90’s. It’s all about gangs, drugs, crime, murder, prostitution, and police corruption! Yay! Haha. Well, King’s Cross today probably still has some of those things, but of course it’s not at all that bad or dangerous anymore. In fact, I think it’s already seen as a historic place for those years. On the street (we lived on Darlinghurst Road, which is the center of King’s Cross and the so-called “Golden Mile”) they have plaques with quotes from (I would guess) famous people from that time and also marking what famous stores used to be there that have now been replaced by McDonald’s and youth hostels and such.
Now, as I said, it’s more infamous and more touristy. Backpackers roam the streets. But there are still strip clubs and prostitutes and drunks and homeless people and other sketchy characters. I often thought of it is kind of the Red Light District of Sydney. It wasn’t uncommon for Oscar, when he was out without me, to have girls approach him and ask him if he wanted some company for the night, or for scantily clad women standing outside the strip clubs to try to beckon him in. We did live in between two strip clubs, after all. (more…)