I have always believed that you experience certain phases for a time and then you move on to the next big thing.
Life happens in such a way that you have primary school, then high school (if you don’t drop out) followed by university (if you can afford it) and finally you start working.
I have started the work phase of my life, and it’s been an interesting time for me.
Previously I’ve been asked if I ever miss school/varsity now that I’m working and honestly I don’t – but only because of being the type of person I am.
I make the best of my time in the certain phases of my life then when the time comes to move on, I do.
I was never saddened to matriculate because I did the numerous school plays, was a prefect and enjoyed all the high school moments (the highs and lows). With university, I was so happy when I graduated because it was a huge achievement for me.
I wouldn’t have mind doing Honours sure, but the finances weren’t there so I had to move on from UCT and if I’m being honest, I am glad that I did.
If you had asked me this in February then my answer would have been very different because unemployment fatigue was setting in, but now however, I love where I am at.
Where may that be you ask?
Being a responsible and working adult for the first time in my life.
In one of my previous posts – Being the Poor Friend – I explained why I had never had a job before. Now since I’ve had time to settle in at work and learn what being a working adult means, I realised that I am glad I never worked before because I wouldn’t have handled the responsibility well.
With everything happening in my life previously, I would’ve had a breakdown.
It took for me learn about myself and then endure the hardships of figuring out I’m not straight (with all of that baggage) for me to finally be where I am today.
I was a very gentle kid growing up who would cry for everything, so life needed to toughen me up. Sure I still have some way to go but I happy with my progress, I’m not as fragile as what I once was.
Anyway, back to the point of this – working.
Work is really hard guys, and sooo exhausting... but mostly it’s really rewarding.
When I got the news that I was accepted into the internship programme at Independent Media, my whole attitude towards it was that I want to learn as much as I can. If the 6 months of my internship comes and they happen to let me go, I know that I will have received everything out of the experience that I wanted.
I know this already because the first month of work has already taught me so much.
I won’t lie, I’m a little worried that things at work will go pear shaped but that is because I’m neurotic. Oddly enough it is not the big dramas that freak me out, rather the small little things that trip me up.
I feel like I’m not smart enough or hard working enough but I know that that is just my self-doubt talking.
I need to remind myself to stay calm and get out of my own way.
This past month has been filled with lots of laughs, getting to meet and interview new people and having some of the best experiences in my life so far:
- Working on the 16th Cape Town International Jazz Festival was amazing and getting to spend some time with kickass people.
- The late nights where literally the only thing keeping you going was the energy of those around you.
- Learning about the media industry and that there are long painstaking hours that go into producing a newspaper has been eye opening.
- How to write articles, because they aren’t the same thing as essays.
- Operating new equipment and what works best for different mediums.
- The hot photographers that you see and on occasion want to do the dirty with. (That one blonde haired beauty from EWN though!!! I would marry him.)
- The really cool people I get to work with in my team who are starting to feel like a second family.
Mojo so strong, you'll fall under our spell.
All of the above have been really invaluable experiences so far and I have loved it.
Sure there have been a few low points but that comes with everything in life – sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down. You just have to keep rolling with the punches.
I have no clue where this journey I’m currently on will take me but I’m eager to find out.
Can I also just say that I’m damn proud of myself of surviving through March because finances were tight and my phone was fucking out so I had no contact with my friends compared to what I usually do. I didn’t have them to keep me motivated all the time. I really really missed them, but I also know that I can count of myself too...
I made myself a list of goals in January that I needed to achieve before the end of this year and I will share them with you now (don’t judge):
2. Bank Account (one that lasted and that doesn’t get closed because of no money being put into it)
3. Drivers Licence
Those are 4 goals, two of which I have already crossed off.
They seem very silly to me now but when I wrote that at the start of this year, they meant something. The reason why there were only four was because I thought it would take me forever to cross off the first one.
I seriously doubted that I would achieve them.
The next thing on my list is my driver’s licence which I’m daunted by (read: shit scared and pissing my pants) but before the end of this year I will accomplish it.
2015 has surprised me in many ways, and I look forward to what else it has in store for me.
Who knows maybe I may finally get to say that I’ve finally been on an airplane before the end of it? Or even find myself a fiancée?
Theo. Over and Out.
PS – I’m half joking about the fiancée thing; I am very much want to be about letting love happen naturally (well as naturally as what my personality will allow). For now I am focusing on myself and work at the moment, but I can only keep the hopeless romantic in me within his cage for 80% of the time.