Turning point

It was late 1999, I was out of work and doing a week-long find-a-job course at an employment agency. We'd reached the ultimate session on the Friday afternoon when the moderators sprung a choice on us: everyone who went to Room A could put together one last batch of applications (taking full advantage of the advice, computers, stationery and stamps on offer), while those who went to Room B would be told all about their *guaranteed* volunteer roles at the upcoming Sydney Olympics. As much as I loved trying new things back then, I chose the first option. And a letter written in that sesh led to an interview, which led to a trial, which led to a gig, which led to more than 15 years in magazine publishing. But what if I'd gone to Room B?