As you may
remember, I was on a job hunt. It lasted 21 weeks but, after 550 applications
sent out and approximately 35 interviews, I finally got THE call, the one
offering me a job! I was so happy that I didn’t know what to do with myself: I
circled my room, then the flat, then my room again; I cried, I laughed
hysterically, I freaked out, I cried some more; I called my parents and my best
friend, then hid the news from the world.
Right
before that call, I was a mess. I felt drained and on the verge of abandoning
my life in London. I was desperate, confused and sad. I couldn’t see a way out.
I am not
going to lie: those 21 weeks have been horrible and I would not wish this on my
worst enemy. After ten days at home, enjoying a proper holiday and some quality
time with my parents and my dog Jax, and after a week in my new job, I still
feel sort of traumatised by those long weeks and months of unemployment. I
still watch my grocery shopping expenses super closely, keeping it to the
essentials. I am still not too kind to socialise. I expect it’ll take me some
time to go back to a normal-ish way of living.
But, let’s
rejoice because those 21 weeks belong to the past! I am now on a new path and I
could not be happier. I am learning a lot of interesting things, my colleagues
are lovely and my office has a very relaxed vibe to it. I cannot believe my
luck and I feel like this opportunity is better and bigger than everything I
imagined before.
For all of
you struggling to find a job out there, please keep applying, keep going to
interviews and keep working on finding the right job for you. You will get
there! If you need some advice or want to share your story, feel free to leave
a comment.
Remember to
be kind to yourself: you can do it!!! All my love :)
