They say it takes six weeks to settle into something fully, be it an exercise routine, a diet, or in my case, a job. I started as a PR Administrator at Fifth Ring six weeks ago but actually felt settled in after one. Although now in realisation the transition into my role seems easy, I wish my six-week future self had told that to the nervous wreck on the morning of January 4^th.

Despite having lived in the oil capital of Europe all of my life and having parents who work in the industry, I worried about my knowledge of oil and gas. My passion is fashion. An internship over the summer allowed me to work for an up-and-coming fashion designer, Liz Black. Day-today work consisted of sourcing stylists and make-up artists, or having six-foot models parade about in their underwear for castings. Why did Fifth Ring want me? Would my colleagues have visions of an Elle Woods character breezing into the office on the first day; a blond bimbo with her pink fluffy pens, easily managing to rattle off the names of 30 shoe designers, but not have a clue about oil platforms? Just like in the film Legally Blonde, I wanted to be taken seriously. I wanted to show I could turn my hand to anything.

I can tell you the difference between a Chelsea boot and a Brogue. But now I know the difference between upstream and downstream. I know that Sarah Burton is creative director at Alexander McQueen, but also that Colin Parker is chief executive at Aberdeen Harbour Board. And although I still enjoy looking at the beautiful models and clothes in i-D and Dazed and Confused, my bedtime reading has shifted to Offshore Engineer and Recharge.

When you think about it, the two industries are not that different. You still have a range of products and services to promote, important people you need to know about, markets to target, and publications that incorporate it all. Having a challenging job is exhilarating and rewarding. The fashion industry is challenging, but so is the oil and gas industry. It’s a steep learning curve, but one I’m really happy to be on.

Still, I’m always going to have a copy of Vogue in my drawer.