My work history doesn’t follow a straight line, more like me following my curiosity and gathering the skills I need to be the person I am today.
I’ve seduced on phone sex calls, taken emergency dispatch calls for the Metropolitan Ambulance Service, learnt about the world and myself dispatching cabs, and spent time inside an artist paints factory keeping pigments, people, and processes from imploding (not). I’ve coordinated transport operations for the Athletes Village at the Commonwealth Games, which is exactly as chaotic as it sounds, and somehow survived with my sense of humour intact.
I’ve been an Operations Manager for an outdoor media company, where deadlines are immovable but our trucks weren’t. I’ve project managed at Plan Australia, navigating the delightful chaos of international development, and worked as an Office Manager for a major queer organisation, a role that involved governance, logistics, and occasionally being the adult in the room.
Each role sharpened a different skill set: staying calm when things are on fire, translating between people who don’t speak the same language (emotionally or professionally), and understanding how systems fail in very predictable ways. I learned how work actually works, not how it’s described in job ads.
This isn’t a highlight reel. It’s field research. It’s a hilarious map of my varied experiences.
