Where It All Begins…

Hi, hello! So good to have you here.

I am so unbelievably proud of myself for finally starting the blog I told myself I would start three years ago. I mean, technically I don’t even have to leave the couch to write a blog post so I don’t know what my excuse has been this whole time… but better late than never, so lets get into this! First of all, I would love to know a little bit about you and what brought you to my site – so please leave me a comment (if anyone ever reads this). I think this early on in the blogging game, it’s hard to say whether this blog will have a strong career focus or what the focus will be exactly but I am excited to see where it takes us and to grow along with it. I have some story ideas that I am keen to share and delve into with you and they are on topics I think everyone can relate to and (hopefully) learn from.

Rather than start telling you about right now, I am going to take it back a little and give you some background into what has gotten me here – sitting on my couch in Sydney, AUS.

A couple of months ago, I graduated from my university degree in mass communication majoring in public relations. Major goal on my list ticked off – so good! I always told myself that once I had finished uni I would move from Brisbane to Sydney, as that is where all the [dream] jobs are. This quickly became somewhat of a spiel I would regurgitate to people, specifically to annoying family members who would ask me what my plans are post-uni and what job my degree is actually going to get me. The ones that need me to tell them the definition of public relations at least five times and then still, at every single family function without fail, ask me “so, what are you studying again?” MY EYES CANNOT ROLL ANY FURTHER INTO THE BACK OF MY HEAD. I am sure you can see, understand or maybe even relate to this. I had a spiel down pat that I would repeat as though I was on autopilot to anyone and everyone who would ask me about my degree, study or future plans. Like with anything, the more you repeat something the more it tends to lose all meaning. I can’t pin point the moment it all stopped meaning something but it at least got lost along the way somewhere. Now don’t get me wrong, I was (and still am) passionate AF about the industry but trying to explain the industry to everyONE, everyTIME was mind numbing. All that and time flies when you’re stressed, depressed, procrastinating and gaining weight while at uni then BAM! three years have passed. Queue photos of me in graduation robes.

It sounds silly but I was so focused on explaining myself to everyone that I most definitely lost myself along the way for a moment. Now that uni was over and I had sat through the three hour long ceremony to prove it (FML), I had to face the music… I was moving to Sydney… apparently. I felt so scared it was paralysing. All my family are in Queensland, I know nobody in New South Wales – what was I thinking? As the plans for the move got underway after Christmas, New Year and all the other festive craziness, I started to apply for jobs in Sydney. One week passed – nothing. Another week – still nothing. A month – yep, you guessed it, nothing. Figured it was because I still lived in Queensland. Got approved for a place in Sydney (a miracle in itself – but that is another story for another time) so I officially had a Sydney address to put on my CV… STILL. NOTHING. There are more jobs in Sydney they said. It will be easy they said. Look! I was never under any sort of impression it was going to be easy to find a job in Sydney but in saying that, I didn’t realise it was going to be this damn hard either.

It is now (officially) my two month anniversary of living in Sydney, and still no job. It’s crazy – I don’t know what else to say. I am on the hunt every day and I have been lucky enough to have ONE interview! ONE! Yep, it seems even getting an interview in this city is near impossible. All of that aside, I am absolutely settled in now and loving life here but my life isn’t complete yet. Until I get that job, I will not be entirely content or happy. So that is the story of how I got from my couch in Brisbane to my couch in Sydney. A lot of blood, sweat and tears went on somewhere in the middle and now I am on the [seemingly never-ending] search for a job that will make all that hard work, worth it.

I will of course keep you posted with my search and all the ridiculous things that happen in between.

Until then,

Not Just a PR Girl x



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