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Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Is This Happily Ever... After?


Today, my friends, is a very special day. A very special day indeed. After leaving university approximately 587 days ago, today, Tuesday 21st February 2017, I finally, FINALLY signed my first ever, real, permanent, hardly-any-chance-of-being-fired-after-three months for breaking the coffee-machine contract for a graduate job. 

And the best part? Its a job that I actually truly, really, like doing.

This post isn
t going to be one about never giving up, or always following your heart, or about how everything happening for a reason, because I like to think that Im not an arsehole, and to me that seems like a pretty arsehole-ish thing to say, especially if youre currently looking for a job/stressing about your post-university choices/having an existential crises about your entire life/all of the above. What I will say is that graduate life today is bloody hard  - not just in London, but anywhere you are in the country. 

You come out of uni full of bravado, clutching your diploma in your hand like it
s the ticket that says IM AN ADULT NOW, I DID THE THING, I DID THE REALLY HARD THING, NOW BATHE ME IN JOB OPPORTUNITIES AND RICHES.

As a lot of us know, graduate life doesn
t work like that. Reality has an unfortunate tendency to slap you in the face like a big ol' wet fish. Most of us move back in with our parents, and we realise that , to quote the wonderful Daisy Buchanan, 'living at home when youre twenty two really isnt that much different from living at home when youre seventeen'.

I'm trying really, really, hard not to say 'don't give up', because trust me, so many times over the last year I've been tempted just to get an admin or receptionist job, call it quits on the Publishing Girl in London dream, and move on. Nothing - and I know this from experience - NOTHING is worse than the person who has an actual job in the actual field they actually want to work in looking at your unemployed ass with eyes full of sympathy, slowly placing their hand over yours as you're wailing about companies who CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO SEND REJECTION EMAILS (seriously guys, really?!) saying in a sincere and honeyed tone: 'Things will get better'.  

The amount of times I cried after uni. The amount of times I woke up, dreading the day, knowing all it was to be filled with was watching my family leave the house, one by one, for work or school, leaving me along in a big, silent house, with an empty email inbox and very little hope. It's terrible for your bank balance and even worse for your mental health. 


I FINALLY HAVE MY OWN BIG GIRL DESK
Im not really sure what the message to this post is – if there even is one. It just feels like, after a year and a half of temporary jobs, moving to London, moving out of London, moving back to London, job interviews, internships, a thousand, million cover letters written, rewritten, typos spotted too late and Tube strikes – it feels like a new chapter is beginning. Im on a proper wage. I can start thinking about getting my own room somewhere, instead of crashing at my dads and my boyfriend's.

I
m excited. I am. 

Hannah x

Feature image © Hannah Billie Perry
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  1. This is so exciting! You did it!

    It's so exciting to know that you not only got a job...but a job that you seem to love and are so excited about!

    I wish you the absolute best of luck! Enjoy your 'big girl desk' and the satisfaction in knowing that all your hard work has paid off!

    You have another follower in me!

    Steph
    www.socialspying.com

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