I have big boots to fill!

“You’ve got big boots to fill!”

I smiled sweetly and tried to laugh along. Even though I was crying inside.

This is because this was not the first person to say this to me, it was in fact the fifth – and I was not even one day into my new job.


Then next thing was, “where did you work before?”

“Umm, I graduated last Wednesday…but I have been doing freelance work!!”

Raised eyebrows. (Hopefully in an impressed-that-you-got-a-job-so-quickly way and not in an “oh” sort of way…)

I know I have a lot to live up to and a lot to prove, the Communications Officer at Scottish Cycling before me has built a fantastic system of communication and content managing which has the whole organisation running smoothly.

It is always a challenge taking somebody’s place in a new job. Particularly if they have been there for years, is popular among the staff and have done an amazing job.

I’m in a job where contacts matter so being charming from the word go has been essential, unfortunately that means trying to remember lots of names and then not really feeling like chatting to anyone come five o’clock – but it’ll come, and I’ll be back to my talkative self 24/7.

Also, I’m thankful that working at a cycling organisation does not mean you have to be good at the sport, I enjoy it and take my bike out on the road often – but if timing us round the track was part of the interview process I would not be in the role I am in!

Working in sport, in particularly in a communications role was never something that I had ever thought about as a career – but you learn quickly that from the minute you put your pen down in your final exam that life is only just beginning. You don’t know what you want to do until you do it.

I applied for a job that sounded interesting and used the workshop and interview days to find out more about it (this constant questioning must have worked for me) and I’ve ended up in a place which seems right, for now. Who knows what the future will hold.

But as for those “big boots” – I better start growing my feet because now it is my turn and I plan to continue doing everything just as well, and even maybe eventually need to buy a new pair!


Originally published on The Evening Times website here.


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