Ballad of the Job Hunter

I’m nearing the end of my degree (one semester to go!) and am having a quiet little angst over exactly what I’m going to do with myself once I’m no longer one of those studenty people. The Real World is cold, and there’s wolves after me. And they’re not even the nice kind of wolves.

Part of my angst stems from the fact that a job has come up at an arts organisation I’m a member of, which I know I’d be perfect for and which would be perfect for me. It’s in an area I’d like to work in, for an organisation I’m familiar with and think is really great. So I’m applying, of course; where the angst comes in is the whole “oh, I don’t have a chance in hell, and these sorts of jobs never come up!”. It’s an entry-level position, which is all I’m really qualified for at the moment, and would give me the chance to learn lots of new things and meet interesting people. It would mean actually beginning a career I could settle into and start developing, rather than just finding another job, which is part of why I want it so much, in addition to the job itself sounding great.

All I can do is put in the best application I can, I know, but that doesn’t stop me stressing.

I like my current jobs but I’d also like the opportunity to do something that stretches me a bit more. I’ve got everything this job requires plus bucketloads of enthusiasm for it and the organisation. Just like everyone else who will be applying does. Bah humbug.

As long as I can resist the urge to imitate John Safran’s Ozzy Osbourne prank from Music Jamboree in a desperate bid to be noticed, and hence avoid turning up at their office dressed up like Ozzy, weilding a giant crucifix and speaking lyrics backwards while waving pills at people, I should be okay.

That sort of thing would never work. For one thing, I look really silly in white jumpsuits.

2 Responses to “Ballad of the Job Hunter”

  1. shauna Says:

    ooooooooooh good luck, aimee! i have never forgotten that final semester what-the-fuck-am-i-gonna-do-with-my-life permanently about to shit my pants feeling, so my sympathies!

  2. Tess Says:

    Ditto the good luck. Speaking as someone who’s now a year and a half into “omgwtfamidoing?” and still looking for work, I feel your pain.

    You probably have more than retail experience to your name, however, so your chances are much better than mine.