Me, paddling off into the ocean. Somewhat relevant to this post, somewhat not.
PSA: I’ve got a real job. (Well, I mean, does 30 hours a week count as a ‘real job’? Probably not to a lot of people.)
It’s funny, I haven’t worked in an office with set hours for such a long time. My first ‘real’ full-time job was at a digital agency and I was a Junior Designer. I think that was my official title. I was the print girl in a room full of online people. (I can’t remember if I’ve written about this before, if I have I apologise and you’re allowed to skip to the end.) Social media wasn’t really a thing then. I got told to get an RSS Reader and start subscribing to blogs and blog on the company blog. I never did. I wasn’t really sure of the point (lol). I remember in the first month I was so tired. the 8:30am starts and overtime were not what I was used to. I did it for a pretty long time. Years.
I was still working there in March of 2009 when I started writing this blog. By the end of 2010, a few things had happened. I had broken up with my long-term live-in boyfriend, started doing a 4 day week in order for me to accommodate the blog which was becoming more demanding, and then I got made redundant. I remember sitting in this little room and looking at my boss (who I actually owe a lot of my success to) and just knowing it was me that was going to get the cut. He offered me a contract role and immediately after told me that he thought I shouldn’t take it, that I had other things to do, things he could tell I liked more. I took his advice and that was the start of my freelance life.