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it’s that time of year when all you shiftless students have to face up to the “real world”.
Hey, that's a bit...
... oh well, all right, I suppose you have a point.
I got terribly fed up with doing jobs I disliked (even when I was good at them - I am a data entry and proofreading whiz, but who wants to spend their life doing data entry and proofreading? The most mundane tasks). I decided to try to do something which was not only something that I'm good at, but something which is stimulating. If I succeed, this will make me luckier than, probably, 95% of the population (if not more).
However - the odds are, in the end, that I will not succeed. It is hard to find a profession which is interesting and easy to get on in. Often it is a case of striking lucky as much as hard work. So I'm currently in a state of considerable uncertainty and facing the prospect of a couple of months' mundane work before I find out one way or the other. This is terrifically frustrating... and, if it turns out that I can't carry on, I will feel like a huge failure. This is what comes of high hopes, I think - heavy falls.
I don't think I ever had huge expectations of what the world of work would be like when I graduated - in fact, all I wanted to do at that stage was to work in a second-hand bookshop, and I knew that that would involve poverty. The people who were really bothered about that already had plans to do law conversion courses, get pupillages, had been accepted by big consultancies, had applied to the fast-track Civil Service, and so on. I just wanted to see what would happen - and the answer was, a series of dull jobs where my tasks did not match my abilities, and I got increasingly irritable and began swearing at my computer...
I dunno, all this business about having a 'career portfolio' (i.e. having had to switch between numerous jobs because no sodding business treats its employees properly any more) - it just makes me terribly tired. The same sort of feeling as having to move house every single year.
Definitely born in the wrong century... |
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