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My Wildest Dream ...reaching for the sky
and achieving goals
As a scruffy kid, aged 15, with Timmy, my loyal dog beside me, I looked up at a plane
flying overhead and wondered who was in it and what were they thinking
and I dreamed my wildest dream. I said out loud: One day, one day, I
will do that all the time. I knew with a certainty from somewhere
inside. A passing moment.
I went to Secretarial Business College after High School. Mum pulled
strings to get me in. In High School, English was great but it was
replaced with Algebra x, y, z and I was lost. With no overseas travel
plans, languages were confusing though eating French pastries sounded
fun. I loved wildlife pictures in Biology and beautiful paintings in
Art and if Maths explained how to keep a budget, I'd have seen that
light.
I'd no idea of what to do after school, so College was a last hope.
Thankfully, I enjoyed it. Initial hurdles were shorthand which I
couldn't seem to follow. In talking to my teacher, she encouraged me,
said it's a language and will become clear. Next day it did and
persistence paid off. English classes focussed on words and put
foundations underneath us again. Learning typing and competing with
myself to go faster is still a buzz.
I graduated at year end and repaid the College Principal's faith when on
the stage she smiled, said some lovely words and handed me a Diploma.
In realising these were life skills, I'd worked hard and was finally
successful.
I quickly lined up a job in a Bank, was promoted and ended up in a great
team of fun, hardworking, supportive blokes. We were on the cutting edge of new technology but that's
another story. New horizons called so I went to work for a Senior
Partner in a legal firm for a couple of years. I learned discipline.
He often worked me through lunchtime and at Christmas I was doing
"urgent" work while everyone was in the Boardroom party (sob! sob!). He
was a tyrant and it felt good when he went through 6 staff in the month
after I left. I took the positive with me and put him behind me.
At 22, an interview came up working for a Federal Minister in the Australian
Parliament, based in Adelaide but flying to Canberra each week I had
good references and skills and the fight I won learning shorthand was
important in this job and many others. After the first interview, I was
excited. At the second interview, chairs were in a semi-circle for the
Press Secretary, Senior Private Secretary and the Minister with me
sitting out front while these men asked questions. I did my best,
walked out and hoped for the possible. Sue from the agency phoned and
said: Oh Bev, I'm so sorry. I was devastated and said: Well, that's
the way it goes. Thanks anyway. Then she said: I was kidding. You
got the job! Yahhooo! We both yelled! We did it together.
I packed for my first trip - we would fly to Canberra on Sunday nights,
fly back on Friday nights and spend weekends at home. We were collected
by Commonwealth cars and driven to and from airports and Parliament
House. We worked from 8.30am to about 6.00pm in Canberra and when
Parliament would rise (take a break) we would wizz out for dinner, wizz
back and then work until around 11.00pm. It was a lifestyle and I loved
it. The Federal Minister had a portfolio of Administrative Services,
the Federal Police and Minister Assisting the Minister for Defence. I
learned lots and met interesting people.
Professional standards were a priority and I learned "golden rules":
never drink alcohol at business functions and swear words were
unacceptable. The girls I worked with taught me about great
hairdressers and buying well-priced, good quality, designer mix and
match clothes as first impressions were important.
One highlight was during an airline strike. With legislation and voting
commitments at Parliament House, they flew the Prime Minister's BAC 111
jet in to Adelaide and then flew us directly to Duntroon Military Air Force
Base in Canberra. I was asked into the cockpit and was sitting between
the pilots when landing in Duntroon. I nearly fell on the dash we
landed so quickly. We trotted down the stairs with briefcases (like supa-stars) with the Minister saluted (us too?) by the Air Force guys at
the bottom. We jumped in our cars and roared off to our hotels. In
researching, I discovered the RAAF 34 Squadron who flew the BAC 111 that
night also flew my father on trips to Woomera Rocket Range in my early childhood so I was in
first class company.
One day, on a flight home, the memory of my wildest dream came back to
me and I realised I was living it. Somehow, it snuck up and it was me
flying overhead with someone maybe looking up thinking: One day, One
day I will do that.
In work life, key people have encouraged me and, through hard work,
helping others, avoiding office politics (is that possible?!), keeping
mutual trust with first-rate people, I have been fortunate to be on the
inside circle of great projects.
From small beginnings as that scruffy kid, to having lots of adventures - If
miracles can happen for me - What can you do? ... BRING IT ON!
Forgiveness of others and especially
ourselves is
a foundation-stone
of peace.
It removes our
fear of mistakes and
dissolves bitterness.
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