As I’m nearing the end of my degree, I’m asking myself, what next? And I haven’t the slightest clue.
All I know is that I want to move to London, but I’m yet to get a job and every day I get more and more worried I won’t. I’m telling myself it doesn’t matter about not having a job for July in only February, it will work out. I think.
After applying (and being rejected) for numerous grad schemes and completing several annoying video interviews, I decided this route wasn’t the best option for me. So I’m left to look at internships and less scary graduate jobs, but, surprisingly, I would much rather complete those ridiculous Situational Judgement Tests than write a cover letter and amend my CV.
Essentially, I’m scrambling. I’ve started a little craft business to give myself experience in start ups. I’ve arranged work experience in my dad’s PR firm so I have something to provide in a job. I worked as a student interviewer so that I could do a research position. And now – I’m blogging more often to see if writing is something I enjoy. Maybe I’m spreading myself too thin.
But that’s what I’ve been told. Decide on your career before you’ve had any experience in, well, anything. I’m trying to find my talents, placing too much pressure on myself to succeed when in actual fact, I should be focussing on my degree.
The future is scary. It’s led me to not being able to sleep because I can’t decide what I’m doing with my life, both now and after the summer. I hope to enjoy the now, so I’m concentrating on my dissertation and I’m painting some plant pots to bring me some stress relief.
Maybe it’s time to leave the graduate job search until I am actually a graduate.