When I moved to Melbourne to work for White, I had never anticipated the pace of life as it turned out.
8 April 2008 - I farewelled my parents, and headed to the gate. On the plane I met Rachel, cool chick, that went to high school with Mitch from Cru. The next day, we ended up at South Melb beach to give in to our drinking habits. I learnt the sun and scotch don’t go well together.
That week, I settled in, in Melbourne. The week after, I was shipped to Sydney to get settled in with the creatives in the head office. I was pretty impressed with living in 3 different cities in 3 weeks.
After that little adventure, I started settling into Melbourne. Joined the gym, and started training with Tomi. Met my bar-hopping drinking partner in crime, through Dave and Claire. Melbourne’s such a fun and happening city … although I can’t wait for it to get warmer.
On the work front, I got to work on projects for carsales.com.au, Diet Coke and Coke Zero. It was 3 months since I touched down in Melbourne and I started to settle in, and get comfortable. Then, BANG, jet boosters fired up, and I found myself living in Sydney working on Mount Franklin’s latest mega-campaign: The Well of Positivity.
First weekend, I checked out Sydney, got settled in.
Second weekend, Friday night, I headed out to Liverpool, to catch up with my parents, who were down from Brisbane for a wedding. Saturday, I jumped back on the plane to Melbourne. Zeyn and Dave flew down from Bris, and Sunday morning, we were off at 4am to Mt Buller. After a few bumps and bruises, I learnt how to snowboard, kind of. It was nothing as painful as Monday night though. We decided to head to the pub and started off with Jager Bombs. Never good! It always lets the devil inside out. After scotches, vodkas, beer and wine (stupid Zeyn), I was once again vomitting in the bathroom of a hotel room.
Third weekend, I was up in Brisbane, to suprise my Cru successor, Matt’s, 30th birthday. After that, I headed to Amrita’s graduation party and then shortly after, I went to the boys house party. On the Sunday I was on a flight back to Sydney.
I was doing some seriously late nights, but I don’t mind if it’s going to make a dint in the digital and interactive industry.
Forth weekend, I was out on Friday night, for Groges, my current creative director’s 31st. Saturday, I headed back up to Brisbane for Ben, from Cru’s, 30th masquarade party. Soo good catching up with everyone. It felt like nothing had changed. Later that night, I headed to Brayden’s going away party. I got home at 4am, and then I was back on the plane - this time for Melbourne.
I was finally back in town but the work front hadn’t changed much. I was at work till 10 - 11 every night, then 1am on the Saturday. That weekend was a write-off to work, but Mt Franklin was finally finished, to a standard I was happy with.
I’m on my way to Brisbane again this weekend, and hopefully it gets calm before the next storm hits.