Thursday, September 17, 2009

Yes We Can!

So the other day I was on Facebook (be still my beating heart), talking to a friend back home. It would seem that there is one thing on everybody's minds if they have recently graduated, and that would be: so, what the hell do I do now? Every conversation I have is geared around this subject - jobs, places to live, money-woes, etc etc - and every time the conversation seems to end the same: the person on their computer at the other end eventually resigns themselves to the fact that the job market sucks, money makes the world go round and chasing dreams is harder than they originally anticipated.

I'll be one of the first to agree. The job market does suck, money does make the world go round and chasing dreams is hard. But, when I was talking to my friend, I kind of got the impression that what was really missing was the attitude. Obviously not everybody gets the good graces of being extremely fortunate and having a job/pretty partner/nice flat (delete where applicable) land in their lap, but doesn't it all sort of boil down to how far you are prepared to go in order to get what you want? Sitting on a computer applying for jobs does - and I want to stress this - NOT count as 'trying really hard'. If you are slaving away day after day, handing in applications, emailing countless companies, knocking on doors, calling people up and you STILL come away with nothing months later, then yes, fate perhaps is not on your side. Fate may even be trying to tell you something. But until you try that hard, you will never know. The 'I can't' attitude that a lot of people seem to have is truly uninspiring.

Let's have a look at some case studies to highlight my point, shall we?

Internships & Work Experience. Yes, a sad fact about a lot of industries is that they employ a Catch-22 type mantra. 'We can't employ you unless you have experience'. Oh, is that so? Well how the fuck am I supposed to get experience when nobody will hire me? Cue shrug of the shoulders from said employer. Oh well, how helpful. Working for free is never anybody's idea of success, but it is one of the easiest things to score. I know a fair few people whose experience has proved invaluable. When I met with the editor of Time Out Sydney (who, at best guess, it around 31. The Art Director is 26 and used to have his own studio. So there) about my work experience, he told me he had done the same thing when he travelled and that, no matter what people tell you, it really and truly does help. Sometimes I find myself sitting in that office, writing up another press release in a manner that is probably a touch too overenthusiastic in nature, and think 'What the hell am I doing?'. My eyes are turning into Mac-shaped hollows and I feel like a twat anytime I attempt at writing upbeat stories about upbeat events like World Guinness Day or the World's Funniest Island. Such is life, and such is work experience.

Saving up cash. Ah yes, that old chestnut. It's never easy. Ever. When I was selling my soul to a devil that went by the name of Lloyd, I tried to tell myself it was all worth it - the 6am finishes, coming home smelling like stale alcohol and a mood that meant I had a constant expression that read 'Fuck Off'. In capitals. I know that everybody would like to save money fast and doing something that actually isn't all that bad. Whether it's saving to move out or to buy something you really really want or to travel or whatever it is, we all want to do it quick and easy. Right now, I am trying so hard to save money for Western Australia. But this really bizarre thing keeps happening. My money comes in the bank and then, as if by magic, it seems to disappear straight out again. As if there is some mean wizard living inside St George that zaps my money clean away as soon as I get it. Saving money means that life isn't as fun as you want: you can't buy stuff, you can't go out and get fucked on cocktails in Kings Cross every night, and you can't spend money without thinking 'Shit, my weekly budget' or something equally as shit. But! If you want to save money, there is a quick and easy solution: DON'T BUY STUFF. Don't go out as much, do do shitty jobs even if you hate them. The next four, five, even six, months may be shit, but think about the long-term. Think about how amazingly worth it it will be in the end, when you have that shiny new posession in your hand; when you're sitting in a place called home that isn't owned by Mum and Dad, when you're sat on a long-haul flight to fuck knows where. I did it, I hated every second of saving, but it was so, so, so worth it.

I realise I'm probably coming off like a jerk. Like, 'oh, listen to her, sat in Australia, preaching about how easy it all is'. No, not really. It isn't easy and I do get it. After every time someone doesn't call you back or after every time you check your bank balance, the heart does that weird thing where it falls to the pit of your stomach and refuses to nudge. Been there. I was there precisely yesterday, in fact, when I paid my rent and realised my saving plan isn't going so well. But I know what needs to be done. There's only one person who can get off their arse and solve the problem and that person begins with a capital M and ends in a lower case e. I have been maxed out and crawled my way out of student-finance hell to save enough to go to Australia. That is probably one of the things I am most proud of about being over here. That I did it. Yay. Woo, Hurrah.

And I will always look back and think, it was because I knew I could. It's cheesy and rubbish and lame, but whatever happened to a can-do attitude? Whatever happened to being positive, even in the face of adversity? Even when it seems like the sky is raining pure dogshit on you, whatever happened to brushing yourself off and trying again? When the conversation between me and my friend was wrapping up, he said 'Well, I admire your can-do attitude' with his countering 'can-not' attitude more than obvious, even 17,000km away, on the other side of the world, penetrating through time zones and the world wide web. I came off the computer furious. Don't admire it, adopt it. And thank me with money and gifts later down the line, when it will undoubtedly pay off.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

A Short History of Nearly Everything (Sort of)

So I decided that maybe it was time for a blog.

I always half wanted to do it when I was travelling, but I think the cliches of it probably stopped me. "Hey yeah, look at me, TRAVELLING. Look at all the places I am and what I'm doing that you couldn't give two shits about! How fantastic and self-indulgent! Did I mention that I'm TRAVELLING?".

But seeing as now I'm not really travelling and have set down in one place for a bit, it seems all the more acceptable. So let's bring you up to speed.

I left June 13th, hungover from the Summer Ball and shattered from the 2 hours of sleep that I got thanks to Pete and his bright ideas. When I look back on it now that morning is unbelievably comedic. I snotted all over my old house, my friends and Amy's car. All the funnier was Vicky, who was worse than me, and she was only going for 2 and a half months. Girls, pfff.

Anyway, I'll cut out all the boring, insignificant details of the journey - Singapore, very humid, nice airport, we looked like shit - and skip to the actual destination: Sydney. Woo. I'll never forget getting outside that airport at 6am, thinking I was going to catch pneumonia while we waited in stupid anticipation of that stupid bloody bus. One of us waiting with the bags while the other one went to go and ask person after person where we could catch it. Vicky wearing my ski socks as gloves. Me looking like I was embarking on a hike through the Snowy Mountains. I have never been so grateful to be in a hot shower in all my life.

The next four days I barely remember. I know we did the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge: there are photos so it must be true. We looked like shit, I know that much. I looked homeless and Vic looked like a paedo. A good start. What I do know is, there was lots of rain. So much rain that we immediately decided to fuck off and get to some sunshine. Which meant a ridiculously early flight to Townsville. Townsville. Hah, it lived up to its name.

This is what followed:
Townsville - Magnetic Island - Cairns - Kuranda - Airlie Beach - Whitsundays - 1770 - Hervey Bay - Fraser Island - Noosa - Brisbane - Surfers Paradise - Byron Bay - Sydney

I'm not going to take you through every minute, insignificant detail but instead wrap it up at best I can. If you've made it this far.

Favourite Places:
Yes, I'm a ginormous cliched travller, but there's a reason that every person who does the East Coast goes to Fraser and the Whitsundays. It's because, funnily enough, they are stunning. Look:




If I could handle the constant rocking of boat-life, equipped with a goon hangover (which I can't, by the way), I would've packed it all in and fled the good life for a penniless existence as a deckhand. I'm wildly exaggerating - they're not penniless - but it was that beautiful that it would all seem worth it. Turns out, I'm just not the boating type. What a shock.

And Fraser. Ah, Fraser. I had to camp. And not Reading Festival 'oh, what a lark' type camping. Like camping camping. On a sand island. Which is inhabited by dingoes. You know, the rabid dog that bites you and eats your shit. I actually thought the dingoes were adorable. My favourite was a little wonky one that couldn't walk properly. Anyway, Fraser and it's beauty:





See, beautiful.

Aside from these two tourist hot-spots, I had a bit of a thing for Byron Bay. It was overrun with festival-goers when we were there, they'd all come in for Splendour and it was how I realised black was back in fashion, but the atmosphere was fucking brilliant and I loved how laid-back it was.

Worst Places:
Surfer's Paradise is a shithole. I'm not even going to apologise for saying it. I hated it. I hated every second I was there, apart from bowling with Julian. That bit was fun. Because I was inside and could imagine I was anywhere else. I'm not going to elaborate. It was just shit.

Brisbane is overrated. Not much to do aside from South Bank which is alright. I had my fake graduation there where I went around and annoyed people until they gave me their hats which I could then doff like a gigantic pleb. It was fun. That was the highlight of Brisbane.

Highlights:
- Meeting the equivalent of Brady Bunch on Airlie Beach and spontaneously deciding to spend two nights sleeping in their closet instead of leaving for 1770.
- The Frenchies, the first two solid gold people we met on our trip. Plus Dutchie and Israeli.
- The night of the American Navy: two jerks, two girls, one massive argument. On another note, there were so many men that me and Vic didn't know where to look.
- Every hungover day in Cairns. It was all worth it for that bed, the balcony, those drinking games and the stories. Campervan, anyone?
- Walking up Whitehaven Beach on the Whitsundays. I listened to Deadmau5 and it was one of those incredibly pretentious, wanky holiday-music moments. I loved it.
- Noahs. I couldn't hack it anymore in the end, but it felt like a dirty, scabbier version of home.
- 1770: HamMocks, good films and that gorgeous beach.

Things I've read:
- The Rules of Attraction
- Desert Flower
- Gangs
- One million trashy magazines

Currently reading:
- A Short History of Nearly Everything
- 1984
- The Corner
- Atonement
I'm very indecisive.

Films I wish I'd never seen:
- The Proposal
- My Sister's Keeper
- Never Back Down
- Goal! The Movie
- Harry Potter. The flirting was great, mind.

Expanding my film education has been a fucking blast while I've been here in Sydney. I saw some brilliant stuff; Control, Volver, Almost Famous, Magnolia, The Life Aquatic, Inglorious Basterds, Into the Wild, The Squid and the Whale, This is England, The Wrestler, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Vivre Sa Vie, it's been sweet.


And now, the current plan of attack. Still in Sydney, lived in Bondi for about five, six weeks before I moved to an apartment in Pyrmont, which is just behind Darling Harbour. There's this walk I do every day over the Pyrmont Bridge which, when I get a camera, I can't wait to get a good snap of. Lots of big buildings, some water, a monorail. Very picturesque, hey. I do work experience at Time Out Sydney (a challenge but fun), and work at a bar called The Argyle in The Rocks (actually wicked fun. Harks back to my sleeping pattern at Lloyds but it's dosh. I have to learn cocktails. So far, so sucky). On the way to work I go past the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. Every single time, I'm like 'oh yeah, I'm in Australia', and I get excited like a massive doofus. I swear I'm a walking talking cliche.

Got more work experience in October for a film magazine, save up until (hopefully!) January when me and Krista Klump want to get a car and drive down to Melbourne, Adelaide, and do the West coast. I cannot fucking wait. I love being on the move. It's tiring and your mood swings can be fucking badass (just ask Vicky), but there's nothing like seeing new places every single week, meeting new people and all that shit that makes travellers want to do it forever.

Then, New Zealand. If I can. I dunno when, but that's the goal. I don't want to waste the opportunity while I'm over this side of the world.

It's a long bloody flight home.