I Still Call Australia Home

This post is one that was drafted last Wednesday, after my first day in training for my new role! 

 

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Today was my first day at my new, customer facing role with an airline that is much closer to home (literally). My new base is Perth airport, and I am absolutely stoked. I’ d love to be able to gloat that I had a lovely night’s sleep, woke up on time, did some exercise and had a gluten, dairy, fat, carb, refined sugar-free breakfast and off I went. Unfortunately for me, this was not to be the case. I woke up in a cold sweat at 4am, and consequently tossed and turned until my alarm went off at five. After restlessly snoozing for half an hour, I leapt out of bed, into the shower, through a pointless argument about a rogue bun enhancer that had gone MIA, all whilst trying to brush my stubborn, (suddenly long again!) hair into an airline- acceptable ponytail.

I think, that because of my previous adventure in Dubai, I was expecting I drilling over makeup thickness, nail polish colour, lipstick shade and earring diameter from day dot. Needless to say, this was 100% not the case. Phew! After I parked half way to Dubai (or so it felt, the walk from the long term car-park to the terminal is excruciating in new shoes, even unflattering, posture-pedic ones). Once I made my way inside, I instantly felt better. Anxiousness gave way to pure excitement and I had those warm fuzzies that come with the rose coloured glasses of landing a new job. And guess what? They ain’t coming off!

Just watching the introductory video, of an iconic part of Aussie history resounding across the world in all of the famous and foreign cities I have visited in the past couple of years really hit home for me (pardon the pun). I was practically fighting back happy little tears! (I know, I am a sook!) It just felt like I was in the right place at the right time, and after somewhat feeling like a very first- world displaced person for quite some time, it was nice to feel a sense of calm and belonging. We were given a tour, security passes, and introduced to every single person that had ever set foot in the airport, Ever. I mean I am good with names but I’m really going to have to lift my game here! After the grand tour we settled in for a day of training. It did’t even feel like work! The rest our training holds uniform fittings, dangerous goods an ABP training, manual handling and more online learning “quizzes” than you can poke a stick at. It will basically be like flying, but without the varicose veins, dehydrated skin and dodgy on board catering.

I am sure the view through my rose coloured glasses will inevitably fade, and I won’t always feel so sparkly and fresh, but for now it is nice to know that even when the day starts off less than perfect, it can still be salvaged with the right attitude, and by putting yourself in an environment where you feel you can grow.

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This doesn’t just apply for me personally, or aviation specifically, but for anything in life, I think. If you surround yourself with the right people, you’ll soar far. It’s taken me a while to figure out who is dangerous goods (hahah) and who is fit to “fly” with me, and I’m still getting there. It’s a work in progress, and no person, relationship, job or even Top Dup Donut is perfect.* But I’m happy to be going along for the ride!

As always, safe and happy adventures, near and far,

Taylor x

* Ok I lied, the donuts are to die for

* Ok I lied, the donuts are to die for

One thought on “I Still Call Australia Home

  1. Loved the post and so glad to hear that you’re training for a new job you’re excited about! Good luck with the training, and can’t wait to see more posts and pictures soon.

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