SAFE & SOUND
Saw this headline the other day:
"White collar workers are looking for ways to cross the blue collar."
Saw this headline the other day:
"White collar workers are looking for ways to cross the blue collar."
Me? I didn’t “look.” I landed.
After 15 years in advertising, I packed my life into two suitcases and moved to another country. No network, no language, no clue how things work here. Suddenly, all my awards, campaigns, and late-night pitches couldn’t even get me a call back.
So I did what I could. I picked up a supermarket uniform.
Not out of passion. Out of necessity.
Not out of passion. Out of necessity.
At first it felt like a defeat. Like I had fallen off the ladder I’d been climbing for years. But slowly, I realized, it’s a strange kind of freedom. Nobody asks for moodboards. Nobody tells me “make it pop.” No endless revisions for a client who saw a cooler font on Instagram.
Sometimes I miss the chaos, the politics, the mobbing disguised as “feedback.” But here? I stack apples, not egos. I go home without a single Slack ping haunting me.
I lost my fancy old title. But I found something else: peace.
I’m safe.
And for the first time in years, I actually mean it.
I’m safe.
And for the first time in years, I actually mean it.
