Well in the exciting new job chapters, I’m through to the final round. It will take place this Friday. It’s for a social media editor role at a very exciting and alternative travel company. Anyone out there who has been reading this, please keep your fingers crossed for me!
Although today at work was insanely busy and I couldn’t wait to get home and relax, for some reason when I walked through the door and threw my bag down on the bed I thought about where I was a year ago. It suddenly it me like this big wave of melancholy.
A year ago I had no secure job. I lived in a house with housemates I was starting to not be able to stand. Especially Hephalump Hannah, good god she was annoying. The sort of woman who lights up a room by leaving it. Mainly because her arse was so massive it blocked out everything else.
The lack of job and un-friendly housemates meant I fell into really bad depression. I really couldn’t see the point anymore. I was meant to be in London and loving life, and instead I was scraping by, terrified of running out of money and spending only enough to keep me alive and a roof over my head. Empire magazine took me on – but refused to pay me anything. That sure felt great.
I was in a lot of pain, and had no idea how to break free of it.
I guess the only thing I can be thankful for is I had 3 amazing friends to help see me through. That, and after 5 months of interviews, struggle and applications, I finally found a new job specialising in social media. One which defined my future career direction. One which, I’m hoping, has led me towards the amazing holy-grail job I’ll be doing my final interview for on Friday. Again, fingers crossed.
But as a small startup emailed me this evening about helping them out with their social media strategy, I had another thought:
Even if I don’t land this incredible new job, sometimes you just have to take a step back and look at your situation and think to yourself: “You know what? One year on I’m actually pretty lucky.”