Breaker Breaker
When I was at Uni I had visions of everything just falling in to place for me, I thought that one day fate would just magically give me a position working on a magazine as a beauty writer or features writer… something I have a big interest in.
But fast forward and I am writing for a magazine alright, only a truck mag. The funny thing is though, I don’t hate it. It is a massive challenge and it amuses me to no end the fact that this butch magazine is run by pretty young women.
Seriously, of the 8 employees in this small business, 5 are girls and the majority of staff are under 30. We cop a lot of crap for it… even our freelance Sales Rep had the nerve to tell me that women can't be in the transport game because they can't tell the clients to fuck off. I said to him, you shouldn’t be telling people to fuck off and he said sometimes you’ve got to tell them to… I'm like well, us girls have been running the magazine for the past few years, we’ve buried our competition and are extremely successful, so I guess your theory on telling people to fuck off is wrong.
Through my “journalistic” work I get to meet some interesting people. Yesterday I drove to some place 45 mins away to meet a truckie at his depot to take some photos… he gets out and he had a flannel shirt on, jacket with beer name on it, massive long beard and a beanie… so stereotypical but he was the nicest ever – put the truck into some funny positions for me and was just excited to be in the magazine – that’s what I love. You get some people who stand glumly in front of the truck pissed off about it, and you get some that purposely edge their way into the frame!
While I might not be writing about my dream content, it’s definitely a challenge to write about things like axles, hydraulics, metals… and while my writing isn’t perfect, I actually feel for almost the first time in my life that I am learning something. All throughout Uni I just kind of coasted… they didn’t teach us different styles, just said write what you want. So I did. My post grad was a little more productive – due to the forced history writing subjects, but really, until you get out into the real world where you are paid to write, you have no clue.
But fast forward and I am writing for a magazine alright, only a truck mag. The funny thing is though, I don’t hate it. It is a massive challenge and it amuses me to no end the fact that this butch magazine is run by pretty young women.
Seriously, of the 8 employees in this small business, 5 are girls and the majority of staff are under 30. We cop a lot of crap for it… even our freelance Sales Rep had the nerve to tell me that women can't be in the transport game because they can't tell the clients to fuck off. I said to him, you shouldn’t be telling people to fuck off and he said sometimes you’ve got to tell them to… I'm like well, us girls have been running the magazine for the past few years, we’ve buried our competition and are extremely successful, so I guess your theory on telling people to fuck off is wrong.
Through my “journalistic” work I get to meet some interesting people. Yesterday I drove to some place 45 mins away to meet a truckie at his depot to take some photos… he gets out and he had a flannel shirt on, jacket with beer name on it, massive long beard and a beanie… so stereotypical but he was the nicest ever – put the truck into some funny positions for me and was just excited to be in the magazine – that’s what I love. You get some people who stand glumly in front of the truck pissed off about it, and you get some that purposely edge their way into the frame!
While I might not be writing about my dream content, it’s definitely a challenge to write about things like axles, hydraulics, metals… and while my writing isn’t perfect, I actually feel for almost the first time in my life that I am learning something. All throughout Uni I just kind of coasted… they didn’t teach us different styles, just said write what you want. So I did. My post grad was a little more productive – due to the forced history writing subjects, but really, until you get out into the real world where you are paid to write, you have no clue.
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