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  • 2012 in review

    So, 2012.

    Some bad things happened this year. I won’t dwell on them here.

    Some good things happened, too. I’d like to remember those.

    2012 was the year of travel, for what that’s worth. When I took my current job in 2011 I knew there was no travel publication inhouse, and accordingly scrapped my goal of scoring a travel assignment/junket. But I eventually wound up having opportunities to travel through work nonetheless – and that’s the main thing, isn’t it? And because I can’t help but write, I blogged about my trips.

    This year we spent NYE in the Coromandel. The Microsoft Imagine Cup world finals took me to Sydney on my birthday. August saw me in Queenstown. September was our long-awaited campervan journey around the South Island, including T’s birthday.

    This year I did things I’ve never done before. I got to take a sweet yacht ride one Friday. I jumped out of a plane, on another Friday. I got seasick for the first time – yep, Friday again, but a different one.

    What else?

    I set myself a goal of writing one big print feature, and a quiet, sneaky, private goal of writing a cover feature. I ended up hitting both with my first major print story. I also wrote another two (one on NZ’s first startup accelerator, launching next year as part of the Techstars-founded Global Accelerator Network) and one more that’s out this week about Wellington production company Gibson Group. I’m working on another, which involves bee venom in the context of the beauty industry.

    I interviewed Alec Ross from the US State Department and Tim Brown from IDEO. I attended awesome creative conferences: Better by Design, Semi-Permanent, TEDx. And more randomly, Coldplay’s recent concert. Even though I ignore/turn down 99% of event invites, I still went to more than I can remember (friends whom I invite along always ask why I get asked in the first place. Dudes, it’s simple. People need to fill seats [or floors, in the case of stand-ups] and working in media is basically an auto-qualifier).

    I started planning a wedding. I also got even worse at keeping up with high school friends, though slightly better at keeping in touch with newer ones.

    I started taking facial sunscreen seriously (now that I’m not a constant oil pit and am more sensitive to sun) and started using eye cream religiously, because my eye area freaks out when I don’t. Also, I can see all sorts of fine, crepey lines threatening to emerge. IS THIS WHAT GETTING OLD MEANS?

    And I’m excited for 2013. How about you?

  • What I’ve learned since graduation

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    It’s been three years since I graduated. This leads me to my first lesson…

    Time flies

    You gotta be consciously and constantly making an effort to shape your life. Otherwise it’s likely to meander down some random – not necessarily unpleasant – path that isn’t quite what you want, resulting in a nasty awakening/quarterlife crisis further down the track.

    It’s all too easy to drift aimlessly after graduation – what with the frantic hustle to secure employment to pay the bills and validate your degree, kick ass at that job, to find or maintain a relationship, to find a place to live that’s tolerable, to basically put together all the puzzle pieces of adult life.  Get hobbies. Set goals. Run a marathon. Learn to bake. Set up a side hustle.

    Find, or rediscover, what you love. Make time for it. Work is not life.

    Which leads me to…

    Life’s too short to do work you hate. But equally, too short to starve for passion’s sake

    You owe it to yourself to find the best way to make it work. That might look wildly different for you than it does for me. Some of us fall more toward the passion side of the spectrum than others.

    For me, financial stability is important. I value autonomy, regular hours, a fairly casual environment. But I did enjoy some of the flexibility associated with being part of a larger team with more resources. For me, passion, skill and career have come together in a lovely braid, but at the same time, I’ve never had a job I truly hated: I’ve always found some degree of enjoyment in even my more menial jobs as a student. I think that’s just the kind of person I am – I revel in a job well done.

    (SJ of Life, Etc was kind enough to write and tell me how useful she found some of my career posts. So if you’re interested, here’s me on lessons you won’t learn at university, finding meaning at work, on independence and self-employment, planning for a family and conducive careers, work-life balance, journalism lessons for all of us and the myth of the job that you wake up excited to go to [YMMV].)

    Look after yourself

    Sleep. Eat well, and eat more veggies. Drink more water and less booze. Stretch, exert and work your body. Even the skinniest of us find poor habits catch up with us to some degree.

    It’s okay to be you

    10 years ago (good god) I agonised over every aspect of my existence. I was too ugly, too gawky, too nerdy, too pimply, too pale, too flat-chested, too shy, too awkward.

    Today I am unabashedly myself (though I still regularly beat myself up after social outings – you don’t want to be around me as I decompress after social events). I don’t care that coworkers in their 30s with kids are more up with the local nightlife scene than I am. I’m not embarrassed about being a hardcore homebody. Nor do I feel the need to apologise.

    And people are more accepting. Things like age and background don’t matter as much once you’re out of high school. Looks don’t matter as much (though there is a beauty premium, let’s face it – as in all aspects of life, it pays to be easy on the eye). I’m not saying there isn’t discrimination in the workplace, but I am saying that I’ve found the working world, in some ways, a friendlier one than the school one. YMMV by industry and company.

    How little school actually prepares you for the business world

    Because let’s face it, we’re all in business. We need people to give us work – a job, a contract. We need to negotiate for ourselves – flexible hours, to get on a certain project. We need schooling in the art of getting what we want – and what our company wants, too – supplier discounts, advertising partnerships, a killer interview with that person who never gives interviews. None of this is taught to us.

    That common sense is hard to come by

    I swear, every single business conference I go to is largely a yawnfest. Is this how corporates have been operating for the last century? Blimey. You’d think listening to customers and treating employees well would be a no-brainer. And in talking to T (and discussing skills he’s learned at his current job), all he can ever espouse is the fact that it’s all common sense that anyone could pick up. On a related note, it often seems companies either don’t want to implement common sense-changes, or that things simply get stuck in the pipeline and go nowhere as there’s nobody with the time to actually push them through.

    Life is all about power imbalances

    I’d never really thought about it, but everything is about power play to some degree. With your parents. Then your teachers. Then your employer. With others you deal with – suppliers, clients, landlords. It’s rare that there’s a perfect equilibrium in any given relationship. There will be people who are a priority for you but you are not one for them, and in turn, further down the power chain, you will be of utmost importance for someone who barely registers on your radar.

    Talent is NOT everything

    Success = a cocktail of guts, determination, stubbornness, perseverance, timing, skill and sometimes luck. You could be like the girl in my class who struggled to pass everything, yet landed a plum job straight after graduation. Or like one very green intern (the kind who’s almost more trouble than help) who went on to write for major publications and get some impressive clips through simply putting herself out there and seizing on every opportunity and every crack of a door.

    Finally, always put yourself first

    Because nobody else is going to do it for you. Your parents aren’t going to take care of things for you any more. Your employers aren’t going to put your best interests first. Everyone is a selfish bastard, quite frankly, so you need to be, too.

    What have you learned since graduating?

  • My friends are living out Pride and Prejudice

    Except with an Indian twist, that is.

    The unattached ones find their love lives open to public scrutiny. Family, friends, etc are all invested in finding a match (a thought at which intensely private me recoils in revulsion). None are set for arranged marriages, as such, but finding a partner is definitely a collective rather than an individual effort. It’s not quite carriages and balls and waiting for the gentlemen to call by in the afternoon, but more speakerphone calls while family members listen with bated breath.

    I find the matchmaking process endlessly fascinating. Parents talking up their children to other parents. Blatantly pushing the kids together and hoping they hit it off. The subtle (and not-so-subtle) allusions on the part of grandparents and elder relatives.

    And most of all, the compressed timeline. We’re still so young, but marriage is serious business. And when it comes to nuptials, time is short. We’re looking at a year – maybe – from meeting to marriage. That means where you or I might give things a try and see if they work out with someone, for my friends that means doing some serious forecasting and projecting, deciding straight off the bat based on the scant information hand whether potential hurdles are surmountable, or whether they mean that prospect is not worth pursuing. Risk is scorned, as it can be when you have the luxury of choice before emotions enter the equation.

    I listen to the lively conversations, and participate as best as I can. But I simply can’t fathom their reality. I’ve been with T… seven years? I still feel barely ready to tie the knot. (And yes, I can hear you already. What if we’d met at the age we are now? Maybe things would be different. And maybe you’re right, but I am almost positive a year would still be far too short. I’m indecisive; a second-guesser; a slow mover and heel-dragger.)

  • Friday Five: The facts of life

    Things I have learned about adulthood:

    Arriving two hours ahead of your flight at the airport is usually overkill.

    That said, I’m too chicken to risk it, because I know the one time I cut it close will be the one time it all goes wrong. (ETA: Since I first started writing this post, I’ve cut it close. And sure enough, luggage mishaps meant we nearly missed our flight. Those people whose names get read out loud over the sound system as a last call? That was us, just as we hurried through the carry-on bag scan.)

    Mail is never a good thing.

    Getting letters was fun when you were a kid. It was a novelty, because really, when did you ever get mail apart from when your penpals wrote to you or family from overseas sent cards? (Do people still do that kind of thing, by the way?) Nowadays, when you see items in the letterbox, it’s always bills, bills, bills. Everyone wants your money, be it the IRD, the transport authorities, your insurance company, the gym, whatever. Or, in one case, a debt collector chasing up T for driving off from a petrol station without paying. A genuine mistake, but one that came with a stupid tax – though at least it isn’t one going on his record.

    Occasionally you will eat cake for lunch and ice cream for dinner.

    Or is it just me? Tell me it isn’t just me.

    It’s true, heels can make your legs look better.

    I did not believe this until recently. When I bought my first pair of heels, I was, to say the least, unimpressed. I’d like to think that while my legs are not particularly muscular, they are pretty shapely. And the way heels crunched my calf muscles higher up on the leg was not pretty. I’m strictly a flats girl on a daily basis (I have insanely flat feet, so I’ve never had trouble in terms of arch support) but even the very sporadic busting out of heels for awards ceremonies, fancy dinners and other such occasions seems to have made my legs more accustomed to the stress of walking around on tiptoe. Now, they look just as good as anyone else’s.

    Finally, and on a more serious note: People will disappoint you.

    I was always a bit emo, a bit pessimistic, a bit sceptical. However, no matter how jaded you are when you start out, the capacity for other human beings to piss you off and let you down … well, you haven’t even scratched the surface.

  • On unabashedly saying no to booze

    As I get older, my tolerance for BS has shrunk to near negligible levels. I just don’t have the time or energy for the things I don’t have time or energy for. You only get one lifetime – one in which the days seem to roll on by ever faster – and I’m not going to play along on matters of convention just because.

    Alcohol is such a founding pillar of both social and work culture, and I’ll admit, I used to drink just to fit in. But I’ve largely called it quits.

    Color Martini: "Maya's drink (at Tokyo Go...

    (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    I hate beer and wine – and that’s usually all that’s ever available at work dos. Occasionally I’ll indulge in, and enjoy, a spirit or a liqueur among friends. But as a rule I generally don’t enjoy booze very much. I had my few years of drinking on weekends, and my fair share of flushed, tipsy photos snapped in the process … and I’m well and truly over it.

    Alcohol is expensive. And I’m a cheapskate. Even at events where booze is flowing freely, I unashamedly abstain. At one particularly tedious evening some time ago, mixers were on offer from the dedicated bartenders, and I thought I’d try to drink to pass the time. A couple of sips in and I called it quits. Lesson learned. (Sorry, I have no qualms about wasting booze.)

    Drunk me is not the best me. One drink – max two – and I’m gone. I’ll probably fall asleep within the hour. If I’m driving (which is also rare), it’s best not to touch a drop. Plus I get the dreaded Asian deep red flush – it’s a full body thing for me. Not attractive; extremely embarrassing.

    And you know what? It’s not as strange or awkward as I anticipated.

    At one industry awards dinner, I refused both the red and white wine as the bottles were offered around. A little while later, my boss simply said, “You don’t drink wine, do you? We might swipe your glass” and passed it on to someone else who was apparently juggling two kinds of vino.

    At a bar meetup with a group of strangers (and one person I’d met once before), I ordered a plain orange juice. “You’re on the hard stuff!” one joked, and didn’t say any more on the matter.

    Occasionally I break ranks. I succumbed to nervous drinking at a lunch function not so long ago, surrounded by chefs, food writers and other hospo types. I couldn’t feel the champagne flush, but sure enough, when I ducked into the bathroom I looked well and truly sunburned. And as it was a four-course meal with a different matched wine with each dish, I tried a few sips of each – figuring it was a rare chance I should seize. (SO. MUCH. WASTE. And is it a prerequisite to love wine in order to earn your ‘foodie’ stripes or what?) Takeaway: I still hate wine, even good wine, and even wines chosen to complement amazing food.

    It’s funny how alcohol and caffeine are our sanctioned drugs of choice. But maybe we’re becoming more accepting of people who don’t partake. I’d like to think so, anyway. With evermore complex dietary requirements becoming commonplace (I swear every third person I come across is either vegan or gluten-free), perhaps we’re becoming less judgemental about whatever others put – or don’t put – into their bodies.

    (This post was partly inspired by Clare and Cait.)

  • Five advice columns you need in your life

    5 advice columns you should be reading

    I love me a good advice column. Even more so when it’s penned by a sharp woman who is ONTO it. Here are my regular must-reads.

    Ask A Manager

    Alison Green is one of the most prolific bloggers in my Google Reader, posting multiple times a day with answers to a multitude of reader questions spanning the gamut from job-hunting to job-leaving and everything in between, like dealing with icky bosses and sucky colleagues. Your one-stop shop for everything workplace advice.

    Pink Slipped

    Susannah Breslin’s Forbes column is not strictly advice. But it is a no-BS column that often offers food for thought for writers and entrepreneurs, some of it actionable, some more thought-provoking and some just plain entertaining, like her frequent journalistic pieces about the porn industry (her beat).

    Bullish

    Jen Dziura is the kind of intelligent, successful woman I could only ever dream of being. The smartest, most thoughtful agony aunt for professional dilemmas (the Cheryl Strayed for the workplace, perhaps), she is an idol among the other Gen Y females at my workplace.

    Penelope Trunk

    This lady needs no introduction. Love her or hate her, agree with her or not, she calls it like she sees it and often gets it right. Brutally honest (sometimes too open, some might say) and always provocative.

    Smart, Pretty, Awkward

    Molly Ford has built a successful blog off a very simple formula: three short snippets every day to help you be smarter, prettier and (less) awkward. Fun but practical bite-sized tips you can implement right there and then.

    What are your favourite advice blogs?

  • Things I’ve been pondering…

    Where is the line between happy and settling? How do you know if you’re hoping for too much and your expectations are wildly out of line? Is the grass always greener? Can’t I just pause and appreciate what I have? Be cognisant of the here and now?

    What’s better: working lots at a job you love but not earning a whole lot, ever? Working lots at a job that pays well, building up serious wealth and retiring early?

    Could I ever be a stay-home spouse/parent? Or am I better at playing breadwinner? Is it really such a bad thing to be a good worker?

    I’ve had a string of nascent opportunities come my way lately. Practically none have panned out. In one case, I’m actually glad. But I’d really like at least some of the others to have led somewhere. Am I doing something wrong? Is my karma in debt?

  • If staying childless is selfish, so is procreating

    “You can have quite a fabulous life without kids, and you’d be so much wealthier.”

    That (more or less) was something I heard from a mother-of-two recently.

    As someone who didn’t start feeling any maternal urges until a couple of years ago (although I guess I’m still young in the grand scale of things) this really struck home.

    My current state of thinking is that I do want kids … eventually. Two. Ideally a boy and girl, just like me and my brother. But not for some years yet. Kids don’t trump my other life dreams. And if for whatever reason kids don’t come easily to us, I don’t want to spend oodles (or go into debt) trying to conceive. If for whatever reason it wasn’t on the cards, I think I would be quite content. There are children enough on T’s side of the family for us to play cool aunt and uncle to, and they could definitely use any money we directed to them in lieu of having our own.

    I’m not Christina from Grey’s Anatomy, but I’m definitely not the kind who squeeeeeeees at pregnancy announcements and clamours to hold infants. In fact, please never ask me to hold your baby, thus forcing me to find an awkward way to refuse. Every twitch and every movement scares this noob. Watching me cradle a baby has provided fodder for others’ amusement on multiple occasions (although thankfully the sight of my face has yet to send one into a crying fit – my biggest fear).

    Sure, procreators are still the majority among us, but it seems that being childless by choice is increasingly socially acceptable (or is it just the blogs that I read?). You skip the baby brain, the physical strain, the demands on time and wallet by offspring. Living an entirely adult may be a “selfish” choice to some, but choosing to further strain the world’s resources is selfish in another sense. That also depends, I guess, on where you live and whether your population is ageing overall.

    I didn’t always want children, but then again, I didn’t used to think that I could ever get married – I couldn’t imagine kissing somebody in public, in front of my family. T wants kids and I imagine those fledgling instincts of mine will pick up steam over the years.

    Where do you stand on the question of kids?

  • On saying no (and being okay with it)

    I’ve been on a nay-saying spree lately. And it feels good.

    1.

    I got a sudden rush of interest from students around the start of my holiday last month for help with essays and tutoring. I turned them down, but said I’d be available from October for any future inquiries. Much as the money would have been nice, I wasn’t going to stress myself out trying to cater to them while in the South Island without a computer.

    2.

    I refused to pander to a request that came my way during the course of a work day, one that I was fully entitled to say no to, but still felt slightly guilty about. When it came down to it, the time it would have taken me vs the potential payoff simply didn’t add up.  The whole thing took up far more of my brainspace than it should have, but I don’t feel bad for it – and hopefully I’m setting a precedent for myself going forward. (I have a feeling this may be tested sooner rather than later.)

    3.

    I politely asked a clueless marketing person to stop spamming me. Here’s how it went: she’d send me a link to an infographic, asking if I would share it on our website. She would then follow up with a string of incessant emails asking if I had decided to use it (and in one case, even asking who else I knew that she could approach about it). This cycle repeated for about three different pitches. Apparently infographic outreach is the crappiest of crap tasks, which I can totally understand. But here’s a piece of free advice: stalking your targets is never a winning tactic.

    Ignoring her led nowhere, and an abrupt ‘no thanks’ to one of her countless messages was evidently not a strong enough hint.  I hate confrontation, so I considered simply marking her email address as ‘spam’ and directing all future emails into my junk mail. But I stiffened my backbone and wrote back something along these lines:

    Based on your previous emails, I don’t think the topics you cover are a good fit. You’re welcome to keep sending pitches, but please don’t send multiple emails to follow up. I receive hundreds of emails a day and simply don’t have time to respond to them all

    …managing to resist adding a snotty “least of all, unsuccessful pitches” at the end of it.

    Not that she took any heed of my reply (sigh), earning herself a free and permanent pass straight to my junk folder. Takeaway: do not hesitate to flag and block potential Spammy McSpammersons.

    We’re all busy. We all have too much on our plate. Saying no isn’t a luxury – it’s a must.

    Do you struggle with saying no? When was the last time you did?

  • House-sitting as a lifestyle choice

    While looking at overseas accommodations options online, I started to see a few mentions of house sitting as an option for longer-term stays, and it’s something that seems popular among RTW and long-term travellers. I mean, what better way is there to extend a free stay?

    House-sitting isn’t just for travellers, though. I know someone who lives in Auckland and house-sits, going from place to place every so often, as a lifestyle choice. (Imagine how much you could save if you eliminated housing from your budget.)

    Upon Googling some house-sitting sites, I noticed that one mentioned that many of its house-sitters are professionals saving for a deposit on a house (which is darn near impossible in this country). So how would one make house-sitting work as a long-term lifestyle?

    • You’d need to be good with animals, as lots of people are looking for a pet sitter
    • You’d need to not have a lot of stuff, because moving is a bitch and carting tons of items from house to house frequently would be beyond tiring
    • You’d need to have a car – in a sprawling city like Auckland it’s unlikely you’d be able to stay within your preferred area all of the time, and would probably end up jumping all over the place
    • You’d ideally have somewhat flexible work arrangements – it’d be ideal if you work from home
    • And of course you’d need to be okay with the frequent picking up and moving, packing and unpacking. No doubt there are long-term assignments out there – the woman I know seems to stay put for a couple of months at a time – but nonetheless you’d be always looking for the next place. You’d definitely need some kind of backup plan should you need somewhere to stay between assignments in a pinch (hostel? Friends or family?)

    I briefly thought about signing up to one of these sites, mainly because I spotted a great West Auckland property available over the holiday period and thought ‘what a great way to spend New Year’s without going away!’ But in addition to needing to find someone to take a chance on a first-timer to get your foot in the door with house-sitting (again it’s that whole how do you get experience when nobody will give you experience? conundrum, except it’s even harder because you can work for free to get experience, but you’re house-sitting for free and there’s nowhere to start below that), there’s a membership fee. Too much work for a throwaway thought.

    And as for house-sitting as a lifestyle? I just don’t think it’s feasible for us – that would require buying a second car, cancelling out a lot of the cost savings – and adding the other inconveniences into the equation, it’s not the right path for us at this time. But it’s definitely something to consider. Lifestyle alternatives FTW.

    Have you ever been a house-sitter? Would you consider it as a lifestyle?