I’m one month in and I’m alive! Yew! I may not have many friends, but I’m remembering all the important things – brushing my teeth, taking my house keys each day (well at least most days…) and eating vegetables. I’ve even got into the habit of making my bed each morning – new place, new routines etc. (Sorry mum!) I’ve been trying to work out how update everyone the three people in the wide world of the internet who care about my life, and I got lazy and ended up with this list. Enjoy! Brisbane is a cyclist friendly city = Brisbane drivers need to be cyclist-friendly drivers. (Bonus fact: Brisbane has 1324.8km of bike lanes across the city) Swimmers/Cozzies are called ‘togs’ Maroon is not a colour, it’s an identity. People are not in a hurry, ever. Traffic is non-existent. It takes 10 minutes to cross the city – and there’s a river running through it! The river almost looks blue at sunset. But don’t let Instagram filters fool you, every other time it’s an ugly shade of brown Fixed speed cameras do not have 3 x warning signs with the speed limit before hand….they have one, an unhelpful 10 metres in front of it. Three-lane roads can be 60km/h. Speeding fines are 30% more in QLD for 10km/h over the speed limit. A car mount for one’s phone is a necessary car accessory and should be bought before running into another car while trying to navigate. Aldi does not sell alcohol. The sun wakes up early, too early.WAY too early. (Sunrise is at 4.59am tomorrow!) Geckos make a very annoying repetitive chirp at sunrise. (Read: at 5am!) Bush turkeys are the local friend and foe. It’s hot, even at 8am. (Therefore,) Washing dries super fast. Fresh produce is super cheap, super high quality and lasts a super long time. The tap water is awful. Brisbane from the highest point in the town looks…small. Doughnuts are the latest craze. And I’m not talking about cronuts. I’m talking about doughnuts from hole in walls, garage doors, food trucks, combi vans and market stalls. “We have about 100 adults in church on a Sunday morning, so practically a megachurch in Brisbane terms.” People start work early. I used to be one of the first in at 8.15/8.30am in Sydney, now I’m almost the last! People in Brisbane don’t cook. eat out a lot. It’s so nice when you leave work, why not dine on a little footpath/rooftop/riverside café. Polished white floor tiles should be criminal. Storms appear without warning and windows should closed for even a 30% chance of rain. A sung Eucharist is thing…that happens every Sunday morning in half the churches around town. It’s cheap! Care to share?Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)
Yesterday, during my last hour on the clock for Sydney Uni, I put my time to good use and wrote a bit of a farewell tune for my team. It was a surreal day saying goodbye to a bunch of people I’ve spent the better part of two years with. There were days of utter frustration but on the whole they were days of laughter. What a team we all were!     All, The time has come to say: Bye Bye Bye Step 1: Load this up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEU9mi7HJsc Step 2: Sing this with all the passion in the world   (Hey, Hey) Bye, Bye, Bye Bye, Bye… Bye, Bye… Oh, Oh.. I’m doin’ this today, You’re probably gonna be alright. I know this was a fright Hey baby come on, I loved you (all) endlessly, When we were all a team. But now it’s time to leave and move on all alone I know that it’s time to go explore. It ain’t no lie I might have quite a heartsore Baby, bye, bye, bye… Bye Bye Do wanna say all the best too (I’m) just another player in the marketing crew You may miss me but please don’t cry, Baby, bye, bye, bye… Bye Bye Don’t really wanna make up stuff, I just wanna tell you that you’re all tough. It might sound, ah, normal, But now I hope I don’t cry, Baby, bye, bye, bye (Oh, Oh) (I’ll) Just hit y’all with the truth, Now, you’re all creative, smart and true. So keep up the big vision, Baby come on. We live for that purple tree, And now I really come to see, The impact we make through the changes we’ve undergone. I know that it’ll take much more It ain’t no lie, We wanna see this see place soar Baby, bye, bye, bye… Bye Bye Do wanna say all the best for you (I’m) just another player in the marketing crew You may miss me but please don’t cry, Baby Bye, bye, bye… Bye Bye I just wanna tell you that you’re all tough. It might sound, ah, normal, But now I hope I don’t cry, Baby, bye, bye, bye I’m moving on I know for sure I do wanna stay in touch and be an ambassador. Bye Bye I’m checkin’ out I’m signin’ off Do wanna leave with this as my last mischief. Do wanna say all the best for you and say a big ‘adiew!’ So join me all for a good wine! Bye, bye, bye… It’s been a blast, you’re all fantastic and it’s been an absolute pleasure working with you all. I know I’ll take all the things I’ve learnt from our time together wherever my career may go! Thank you. Shout out to the original crew below, plus Kate, Megs, Chad and Miranda who joined us along the ride!   The original crew minus @stresslessjessie (+ @katiesz12) What a blast the past 2 years have been! Thank you!! A photo posted by Melanie Pennington (@_melaniepennington) on Sep 11, 2015 at 4:15am PDT Care to share?Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)
  Once upon a time people probably wrote letters to announce news, perhaps a short notice in the newspaper. If it were still the 20th century, my notice would be something like this: —— Miss Melanie Pennington, daughter of Mr and Mrs J Pennington, is moving from Camden to Brisbane. —— Now it’s pretty awkward texting that around and it has proven to start lengthy text message chains or make the quick exit at a party become a long 40 minute conversation. In the interests of efficiency, i’ve made an FAQs of my news! Bahaha. 1. Mel, you’re moving to Brisbane?! Yes, I am! I got a new job! 2. Awesome. What’s the job? Marketing Specialist for Tourism and Events Queensland, on a team managing the marketing of Brisbane, Sunshine Coast, Fraser Coast and lower Great Barrier Reef. It is based in CBD Brisbane. 3. Is there travel involved? Unfortunately (for you and all my Instagram followers), yes! 4. How did it all come about? A colleague who joined us for 12 months recently moved back to her job in Brisbane. As parting words in July I told her to let me know if anything ever came up. She went off to New York, started back in early August and let me know there was position going. I went through the official application and interview process, albeit awkward because I was super dooper tired from a ski trip and my new manager knew half my examples. A few days ago I got the phone call. I resigned today. 5. When do you start? End of September. (Freak out moment!) 6. When do you move? Around the 16 September-ish. 7. Where will you live? I’ll hopefully find a place, otherwise my tent will serve me well. I am looking for someone to translate Brisbane suburbs into Sydney terms for me. I can pay you in love. 8. Do you know anyone in Brisbane? Hmm. Yes, but I can count them on one hand! And they’re not, ah, close friends. 9. How do you feel? As an extrovert who needs to be surrounded by people to keep a sane mind, the concept of moving in to a city with no friends is terrifying and also exhilarating. It’s a blank slate! As for moving, i’m up for an adventure. I’m young and free! 10. When can i see you before you go? If you’re part of the cultural elite, (read: a Facebook friend) you’ll get an invite to a farewell soiree of some sorts. Likely date: Saturday 12 September. 11. How can I help? Do you know any eligible bachelors in Brisbane? JOKING! Can you translate Brisbane suburbs in to a Sydney context? Ie. West End = Inner west. Do you now any friendly folk in Brisbane who are willing to pretend to be my friend for a while? Do you know a church in Brisbane? (Yes, I know Dave Miers is starting a church up there, I’ll probably get in touch once I settle). Do you feel like a road trip around the 16 September? Can I pray for you? Yes. Care to share?Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)
There are some things in life that no matter how often you do them, they never gets easier. For example, cutting an onion. You might work out the best way to do it, ie a very sharp knife, but even then there’s a 90% chance a weird watery substance will leak from my eyes every.single.time. Only yesterday my friend said ‘No, I won’t cut onions.’ If a task doesn’t get any easier,  we avoid it. Today I had to do another such task, resign. I’ve now resigned from four jobs and each time it’s awful. It doesn’t get any easier. I barely slept last night, I was jittery until the meeting I scheduled with my boss and I rehearsed the conversation more times than I care to say. I also planned for every scenario including the one where my boss said yelled totally unreasonable comments.  Now my boss is the most lovely woman and would never say such a thing, but doing something terrifying makes you think crazy things. I knew how she’d respond – and she did as I suspected – but still it was awful. I will happily talk (read: make a fool of myself) in front of a crowd or star in a video going out to thousands, but disappoint someone I respect. Fear. But unfortunately resigning is an inevitable task when you accept a new job. And there will be disappointment. Today I disappointed my boss, manager, immediate team, and soon my network of stakeholders. I respect each of them and I’ve built great relationships working for the university. To announce I was leaving them hurt. It hurt as I saw their tears well in their eyes, as they congratulated me with a deep sadness on their face, as they swore in shock and walked out, as they made the jovial remark about not needing to remember my name anymore. It’s fair to say they were not expecting the news. I know my fear and anxiety comes from withdrawing from a commitment – something I hold as a top priority. If I make a commitment to someone, something or some team, I follow it through. Resigning is me saying I no longer uphold that commitment. I’m disappointed in myself, yet still excited about the next adventure. I sharing all of this? We all have to withdraw from commitments at different stages of life, but it’s worth noting now it’s always hard. By biggest tips? Be real, be honest and google ‘how to resign.’ Great advice there. What’s the next adventure? I’m moving to Brisbane, baby!