Life after Red

Yesterday was my last day as a PR assistant at Red Agency. The past four months have absolutely flown by and I've learnt an incredible amount. But I'll miss the team the most. It makes me wonder if I love PR because I love PR, or because I love them. Let's say it's probably a bit of both.

Prior to my internship I had never considered a career in PR, and now I see it being as being a real option. I love the variety of clients that working in an agency gives you. I love the busy work environment because it makes it feel like yesterday that I was being interviewed, asking for my login details and being shown how to use the coffee machine.

I will miss all the "Colin" references, pulling out "the claw" at waiters with canapés, Adam's appetite, sword dance and obsession with Delta Goodrem, Liz yelling "taxi," Rach's nirvana inducing home-made rocky road, Lexi's posh expressions (deeeelightful!), Tash's hand gestures when she speaks, James' stories of faraway lands with ice-cream flavours that shouldn't exist and Nicole's constant victimisation for being a Westie.

These sweethearts surprised me with a heartfelt farewell card, chunky necklace (very me) and a Red velvet cupcake (very on-brand). I was definitely feeling the love.

With a semester of uni to go, it was a shame that the end of my contract didn't coincide with the end of my studies - or that my availability didn't change with my new timetable. The worst case scenario is that I got to work in an amazing agency with amazing people and gained invaluable skills and experience.

So now I'm on the search for an advertising internship to try my hand at the industry I've spent the past four and a half years studying to get into. I hope to love it as much as the course subjects. I haven't done an advertising internship before and am itching to know what it's like in practice.

But anyone else studying advertising would probably understand the predicament of such positions being few and far between. Applications for advertising internships don't usually open until the end of the year, and there are hundreds, if not thousands of applicants. The process can be strenuous, with applications often resembling university assignments them selves.

Wish me luck!

The promise loophole

Maybe he thinks it's not really breaking a promise if he forgot, so he goes ahead and makes so many.

Response to The Shire

Love it or hate it you're doing The Shire a favour by talking about it. The very people bagging it out make up half the target market.

We lost brain cells while they got ratings and money and a shitload of Facebook and Twitter updates i.e free publicity. All for the simple price of making you feel better about yourself, morally superior.

A lot of people seem not to realise that the show was never positioned to be inspiring in the first place. They knew that even the smartest, most educated of us wouldn't be able to resist. So who are the real losers in all this?

Although, I've noticed that trash inspires the best in wit and sarcasm social media has ever seen. And they're pretty fun to read.

Oh the tragedy

I think a lot if people fantasise about hardship. So they create drama where there was none. So they can bitch about it and have someone admire them for overcoming such adversity. Even if they put it on themselves.

#firstworldproblems part 2

• When your hair randomly decides to start parting from the other side
• Wanting to pour yourself a drink but not wanting to put your food down to do so
• When you order something you've been craving all day, and it doesn't hit the spot
• Lint on your stockings
• Lint, in general
• Uni timetable clashes
• Track work
• When the only seat left on the train is the one that faces everyone else

#firstworldproblems

• Hot meals and beverages with your glasses on. Hello fog!
• Getting your HELP statement and being reminded of how much debt you have waiting for you at the end of your studies.
• In winter, that moment before jumping in the shower and having to take your clothes off.
• In winter, that moment after jumping out of the shower and reaching for the towel.
• In winter, getting out of bed.
• Winter.
• Being overwhelmed by imagined scenarios and factors that you don't know what to pack.
• So much food, don't know where to start.
• Stomach full, but it tastes so good.
• Being hungry, and cursing your past self for not having eaten more.
• People who support the right, yet complain about company lay-offs, unfair redundancies, lowered pay and commission rates - or just workplace instability in general. Isn't that what capitalism is all about?
• Being 200 pages into Fifty Shades and not wanting to finish the book, but hate starting things and not finishing them.
• Winter.

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Never been Kept

I've never been with the kind of guy who bought me things (fast food meals notwithstanding). As nice as I think it would be to be excessively showered with expensive presents - I can't help but equate it with a proportionate level of insanity. Possessiveness, to be exact.

Hypothetically, I think a part of me would feel obligated to stay with him. I'd feel bought out, literally.

I mean, it's all fun and games when the money's not yours. But is he really the kind of guy you'd want to share a bank account with? And what kind of shit values would he impart on your future children?

I once knew a person who complained about her boyfriend only ever buying her 'cheap' jewellery from Angus & Coote. "He never buys me anything from Tiffany & Co.," she puffed.

And here I am cheering when a guy buys me a drink. Which again, is still never.

To equate how much someone feels for you through material things, I think signals some definite insecurity issues.

Or maybe this belief in myself is really a defense mechanism against the fact that I've just never been worth it. Hmm...

This

Guys who act all macho, when at the end of the day all they really want is someone to boss them around and tell them what to do. They'll complain about it because it's the least respectable thing they can do for themselves while being treated like shit. But they'll never leave her. Never.

Lucky bastard

This video left me seething with jealousy. Guy gets paid to make a video for Nike. Look at what he does with it.

Taking long distance relationships home

If it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never to have loved at all, exchange students know it best. A recent study by Communication Research found that 50% of students aged between 19 and 26 are in a long-distance relationship, and that in a few years this percentage will increase to 75%.

How is it that we struggle to make that special connection with someone in our own cities back home, yet manage to completely hit it off with someone who, in most cases, doesn’t even speak the same native language as us? It’s quite unfortunate, really. Why cupid, WHY?

One minute you’re taking it slow and seeing how things go until BAM. You’re in love. Even your friends approve. He has a French accent (WIN). Now get out of the country.

What happens from there is a test – physically and emotionally. How much does this person really mean to you and how hard are you willing to work to make it last? It’s one thing to say that you miss each other and that you want to be together (thank you Skype and Facebook) – but to actually do something about it is another. It involves saving money for plane tickets and getting your paperwork together for a VISA. It involves looking for a job in that country and perhaps having to learn yet another new language.

Even until then, you have time differences to deal with. Fun. Depending on where you are, when one person has just woken up the other could be getting ready for bed – and the novelty of saying ‘good morning’ while the other replies with ‘good night’ quickly wears off after about… two days.

Although I have yet to see any babies or a marriage come out of it, I have friends whose overseas lovers have followed them back to Australia – albeit only for a short period of time. Other couples, like my good friend from the USA had her then boyfriend from Chile come to spend Christmas and New Years with her. Another couple, he from Canada and she from Italy, have since met up in New York – amongst other future plans of being in the same country.

Whoever thinks long distance relationships are glamorous, has never been in one.

Love, Noeline

xox