Quick, someone code me an emoticon for having a tantrum...
I've ran out of bling for you.
Since I left school 20 years ago, I've been:
A waitress
A plasterer (plus dabbled in other building skills)
A ceramic tile layer
A fruit picker
A sales rep (too many freakin years of it)
A customer service officer
An alarm technician
A kitchen designer
A self employed writer
An assistant manager in retail
A PA / receptionist/ administrative assistant
A cake decorator (still do that, it's awesome)
Didn't speak a word of english when I made it to NZ, left with just a gleam in my eye and whatever I could pack in a duffel bag.
I didn't know what I wanted to do out of school, still struggle to know whether I can fit just one job so that's why I went for the broadest qualification I could find.
I'm stuffed if that's the best for me, but just like when I came here all these years ago, I'm scared but mostly hugely excited, so it's got to mean that it's the right thing to do.
I truly wish I could encourage people to throw themselves in, scare themselves a little on a regular basis, try new things and live goddammit!
But they never take it up, or if they do, not for long

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