Preface – by the time you read this, I’m probably recoiling under my desk in embarrassment, regretting clicking ‘publish’. Today’s blog post is more dear diary than DIY or design I’m afraid …
Contrary to my design-fuelled corner of the internet here at Hydrangea Girl, it is a far cry from what I do in ‘real life’. In real life I’m an office administrator and personal assistant in a suit-and-tie {or my preferred uniform – all of the cardigan and tights combinations you can imagine} office in Dublin. Aka, I’m an office zombie. It is my one and only source of income {but damn, I’d love to be one of those bloggers whose blog is their job}. I have to work as an office temp because it is near impossible to get a permanent job in Dublin these days, but that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms. So, I work at whatever office job is offered to me, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week.
{In case it wasn’t obvious} my passion is design and to work in it is my ultimate goal. The awful reality however is that I will never work in interior design in Ireland. This is something I’ve grown to acknowledge {but not accept} over the years. I can’t get a job in design because I don’t have the level of experience they’re looking for, and I need experience in order to get a job. And that’s not even mentioning the current state Ireland is in, where there are little to no design jobs available. So I make an ugly-cry face.
However, I will say thank god I had the foresight to start my website, which has acted as an online portfolio of sorts. It keeps me on the ball, pushes me to produce, create, and has taught me so much in photography, photoshop, writing, design, and HTML. And I must say, because of it I have met some awesome people and have undertaken some pretty amazing projects.
I know full well how corny it sounds, but I want to say thank you for following me and my hazy dream. All my silly DIYs and poor excuse at interior design. It is all I can do to make the best out of a balls situation.
xx A
Also featured –
encrypted cross stitch.
p.s. After sending this out into the universe, I realize it sounds like I am not over-the-moon appreciative of my office jobs. I am forever thankful for them. The skills I’ve gained from working in offices have shaped so much of how I organize, reach strict deadlines, problem solve, and adapt to various roles quickly to name a small few.
