Reasons why being a journo rocks…

1. Free stuff. It doesn’t happen that often, but it’s good when it does. (What does it say about my ethics that this is first on the list).
2. Every day is completely different from the day before – new stories, new events, completely unpredictable.
3. It’s one of those jobs that people seem interested in when you tell them what you do… much unlike the response elicited when one mentions they’re in real estate or finance, for example (and no offence to those that are).
4. I’m not stuck behind a desk all day and I have a cute little laptop.
5. On the odd occasion (very infrequently these days) I’m paid to go on holiday.
6. I get to meet interesting people almost every day.
7. I get a bunch of hits when I google my name.
8. I’ve been given the opportunity to become a bit of an expert on a very niche subject – and can finally hold my own when chatting with people in the industry.
9. The feeling of accomplishment when I’ve put an entire magazine together, from cover to cover – once the finished product lands on my desk.
10. I get paid to write. That’s pretty cool.

Reasons why being a journo sucks… (and brace yourselves, this is a rant post)

1. People blame the media for everything that’s gone wrong in the world.
2. Deadlines…arrrgghhhhh!!!!
3. Having to deal with public relations people who a) want to know when their stupid press release will be published and b) if they can approve the article before it goes to print.
4. When you make a mistake… its usually pretty public.
5. Having to deal with hundreds of people who don’t return calls or emails.
6. Functions after hours that take me away from FD
7. So much admin…. So much admin.
8. Dealing with government…. arrggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!
9. Freelancers who think it’s okay to plagiarise, hand articles in late and lack creativity.
10. I don’t get paid much to write, that’s not so cool.
    

The dangers of alcohol

Another fab weekend has come and gone – loads of highlights including climbing my first ever 18 – woohoo! A sympathy vomit from FD and meeting a gorgeous group of gal bloggers. (Please note, the list of highlights is in no particular order).

This despite a fairly disastrous Friday evening...

The workday had provided ample reason to celebrate, and our newest team member, The Frenchman, decided we should celebrate by drinking wine glasses of Pongracz from about 4pm in afternoon. By the time 4:30pm rolled by, I was already a little unsteady on my feet and flushed in the cheeks. It was too early to go home so I decided it was time to take care of some emails – including one to the managing director detailing the direction I felt some our special projects should be moving (in retrospect, possibly not the best task to undertake with thousands of champagne bubbles popping in my head).

Then the crew from the office decided it was time to move across to the drinking hole across the road from the office – where I proceeded to shoot my first tequila in eons and a couple of glasses of overly fermented nasty white wine. FD was stuck at the office and dying to get out – and as I was about to polish off my second glass of vino, he called to say that he was waiting for me in the parking lot of my apartment complex. I said I’d be done in 5... and then promptly forgot and continued to pour my heart out about whether journalism really is the way forward for me... to my manager (I blame the tequila).

Around 40 minutes later, my phone rang again – as I realised a very hacked off (and justly so) FD had been twiddling his thumbs in the basement parking lot for almost an hour. Yikes. I sped back home to my hungry and dejected boyfriend and almost immediately burst into remorseful tears (alcohol tends to make me extremely dramatic), inhaled a Nando’s cheeseburger and passed out for the night. How is it that this boy still loves me?

Luckily I had remembered to down almost a litre of water the night before and woke up feeling astoundingly chipper. FD and I packed our climbing gear and headed off to Hartbeespoort for a fantastic climbing session where I unknowingly conquered my first ever 18 – only confirmed once we got back to the car and checked the route guide.

That evening we headed off to watch Defending the Caveman and hit Rodizios with some of FD’s mates. With my ego overinflated from the successful climb, I felt like I could take on the world – and decided to join the group in some shooters. Bad idea. As soon as the 35% alcohol content Jagermeister hit my stomach, I felt my body scream in protest. As much as I tried to get past it, I couldn’t – as a very sweet FD kept taking me outside to get some air. Eventually he realised there was no chance of recovery and decided we should go home. Feeling desperately sorry for myself as we walked towards the car, I asked FD: “Can’t you just throw up for me???” I miserably climbed into the passenger seat, only to hear poor FD wretching away outside. This is the second time the sympathy vomit has happened. The first time I had motion sickness and felt like death, and FD, who had been feeling perfectly fine a second before, suddenly began heaving away on the side of the road. This boy really loves me.

Then Sunday I headed off for the first ever bloggirls event at Nde Bush in Fourways. It was a lovely afternoon and I’ve come away with a whole bunch of fantastic new blogs to read – including Doodles of a Journo, Angel, The Jackson Files and Sleepy Jane. Not to mention Phillygirl’s and Sweets’ blogs, which I’ve been addicted to for ages now. Everyone was lovely and the afternoon flew by.

And I was officially chided for not keeping up with my blogging. And not only by the bloggirls – also by FD, who still doesn’t have a clue where to find it! And yes I know, I’ve said it before, but I’m going to try my best to keep on posting!

That time of year again....

There’s no doubt about it... if Jozi is the pulse of the country and Cape Town the soul... Durban is officially the butthole of South Africa.

If anyone who reads this hails from Durbs, I apologise. Not for calling your home a butthole, but for the fact that you have to live in it.

I’ve just returned from a working weekend in this city and returning home was like arriving in nirvana.

I flew in to Durban at 08h00 on Saturday morning and by 08h05 I was suicidal. My hair had gone all kinky, my skin felt clammy, the air was so thick with humidity I felt like I had to chew and swallow each time I took a breath.

But without a doubt, the highlight of my time there had to be Saturday night. I was there with work colleague for the annual Tourism Indaba, which always features a beach party on the first night. A party on what is called ‘New Beach’ on Durban’s beachfront. Now if any of you have any experience with Durban’s beach front – you will know that this place is a cesspool of all that is wrong and evil in this world. C and I were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic for about 45 minutes – at 9pm at night, witnessing about three fights breaking out on the streets around us.

After searching for a parking space for a further 30 minutes, we eventually turned up a dark side street, where we found an empty parking lot. As we pulled in, we saw a man running after another man waving a stick at him. As I climbed out of the car (which contained two laptops, two wallets and two cameras), a lady watching the two men having a go at each other remarked “Oh yes, that’s the guy who always breaks into cars”. By the time we reached the beach, we had already seen another two fights as drunken men poured out of the shebeens around us. So unbelievably dodgy!

What I also don’t understand about this city – is the fact that most roads seem to have about six lanes – which will suddenly reduce to two – and then back to six, almost as if it was designed the sole intention of chaos as much traffic mayhem as possible. I also noticed that Durban is essentially one giant parking lot – with busses stopping in the middle lane, in the middle of an intersection, in the CBD, in front of traffic police, to offload and load up on passengers.

But I’ve made it out in one piece and have vowed to do whatever I can to speed up construction on Cape Town’s convention centre so that Indaba can be moved out of the butthole permanently.

Blogging chickitas - take note!

Phillygirl is ready to launch bloggirls - She had the fab idea of a monthly meet up for girl-bloggers - read more on this site...

27... hectic.

Yikes... another year older.

How on earth did that happen so quickly?? And most concerning of all... the dreaded ‘30’ is moving ever closer. I only have another two birthdays of twentiness before I'm over the hill.

Despite this, the birthday has been fab. It began with coffee and presents in bed from FD – followed by him cooking me breakfast. Got into my car to go to work and saw two envelopes stuffed under my windscreen wiper – cards from my parents who I’ll be seeing tonight for dinner. Found my desk at work heavily adorned with ‘Happy Birthday’ signs and birthday confetti. Got a pressie from some folks in the office, as well as an assortment of wicked baked goods.
But other than that, I’m keeping it a fairly sedate one, celebrating only with dinner tonight with the folks, FD, Aye and Kay once she arrives back from Cape Town.

So anyway... back to the point... another year older – and what has changed?
A LOT!

This time last year I was partying like a mad thing, still a smoker, planning a snowboarding trip to Tiffindell and about to embark on a silly fling with ol’ DJ – the man of zero self respect. I was pretty much perpetually swept up in a buzz of excitement and energy. On the other hand, I was partially longing for the security of a ‘significant other’ in my life and trying to fill the gap with an over reliance on my friends.

Now I’m a non-smoker (8 and ½ months and going strong), I’m hardly partying at all and not missing it too much to be honest. Unfortunately, along with that comes a certain amount of distance from beloved friends. As my dearest Aye and Kay prepare to leave SA indefinitely, I’m starting to realise the gaping hole that’s going to be left after they jet off. I wish I was planning to head off to Tiffindell in the next month or two, but I’ll survive this as FD and I are starting to look into a mega European snowboarding trip in December. And I don’t need to go into the relationship change that’s happened over the past year... I think I drone on quite enough about FD on this blog, so I’ll spare ya this time.

Things are going well... actually, they’re going fantastically well in all arenas. Despite this, I’m feeling a little bit unsettled. I feel like something needs to change. I was discussing this with Aye last night over drinks, and she says it’s not strange at all – even though things are going well, they’re almost too stable, and I’m craving a change so that I can grow. I think she’s probably right. On one hand I feel like a fool for craving the change instead of focusing on the things I’m being blessed with – but I just can’t help it. I’m craving that buzz... I need to head off into the unknown for a while – but there’s no doubt I want FD alongside me for the ride.

I need to do some serious thinking. And something has to change.

A week after the chaos...

First of all – thanks to everyone for the comments. Your words definitely help put things into perspective and helped me make out the downward spiral I was about to leap into.

I’m happy to report that both FD and I have recovered from the events that unfolded last week. As clichéd as it sounds, I’ve taken a lot away from the drama of last Friday. I’ve realised that one of the most beautiful things about our relationship is that we don’t ever try and control each other – so to try and stop FD from doing something he really wants to do can only be counterproductive. My only reason for ever trying to stop him from doing these wild things was concern for his safety – which boils down to me not ever wanting to imagine him not being in my life. Stopping him from embarking on all the mad adventures his heart longs for is a sure fire way of ensuring that one day him and I will part ways. Of all the vices a man can have – FDs ‘wanderlust’ as Lopz so aptly described it, is hardly a problem at all.

Moving on!!

I can’t believe how many young South Africans are flocking out of the country all of a sudden! In the past few weeks, I’ve had to digest the news that Kay, Aye and BMXer are all leaving the country in the near future. BMXer phoned me en route to the airport to say that he’s decided to move to Scotland, Aye is off to Germany after a series of several dramatic twists and turns in her life and Kay decided a few weeks ago that she’s in need of a new and environment and some adventure and is heading off to do the London thing.

South Africa has certainly had it’s fair share of problems in the past few months – with some losing a little hope and faith in the powers that be – but I don’t think this has much to do with everyone’s decision to leave all of a sudden. I think it’s got a lot more to do with the weird stage of our lives my friends and I are entering into. Suddenly partying like a mad thing is only fun once in a while, friends are beginning to settle down around us and our jobs are no longer just jobs, they’re potential careers. The big 3 0 is approaching rapidly and we’re all feeling a little unnerved.

Do we like the direction we’re headed? Sadly, I think the answer for most is no. And I’m no exception. Certain aspects of my life are exactly as I want them to be – but others are severely lacking. Going overseas and heading into a completely new and fresh environment means that all that can be changed... but can the same be done while staying on home ground? I think it can happen, but it’s a lot harder as old routine makes it easy for us to play out the same day over and over.

I’m sensing big changes are on the horizon... and I’m quite excited to see exactly how it’s all going to play out!

First fights

FD and I had our first fight on Friday night.

Although I know I should be impressed with the fact that we managed to avoid conflict for six whole months, a part of me honestly believed that we would escape ever having to argue about anything.

It was friggen awful – the whole thing triggered by FD’s decision to buy a motorbike on Friday afternoon and ended up with FD making some pretty hurtful statements about how he feels that he’s in a lose/lose situation – because he feels he needs to choose between navigating mountain tops and being with me. It was confusing, upsetting and enraging all at once and left both of us feeling completely overwhelmed and disorientated.

FD was up most of the night and when I woke up in the morning, I found him in a complete state, devastated about having upset me.

Even though we had ‘sort of’ resolved issues by Saturday morning, I felt pretty out of it the whole weekend, and still feel the same way today. I’m suddenly feeling a lot less safe and secure, and internally questioning FD’s headspace constantly – trying to feel out what he’s thinking without actually asking him.

It’s completely new territory and I don’t have a clue how to handle it. I’m desperate for things to be exactly as they were before.

I can’t imagine my life without him in it, and as much as he’s done to try and reassure me that he wasn’t considering walking away from our relationship, I’m finding it difficult to completely believe him.

What it boils down to at the end of the day, is that I was carrying on in my happy little bubble, almost oblivious that FD was spending as much time as he was agonising over the fact that he isn’t off conquering and exploring untamed territories. I had some idea that he was a little worried about these things, but I asked him about it once, and his response was that he can’t handle being apart from me for a day – so how would he ever be able to go off exploring for months at a time. And I believed it and carried on – but it wasn’t the end of those thoughts for him.

So where do I go to from here? Knowing that there’s a chance that FD’s actually secretly desperately unhappy but not vocalising any of it? Can I just carry on imagining our lives together forever, while he may secretly be feeling the opposite?

I’m hoping that over the next few days all these insecure feelings will disappear...