It’s now been about 2 1/2 months since I graduated university, and I’m starting to feel that time. Over the summer I had holidays, work experience, interviews and my 21st birthday to look forward to; since September kicked in, lots of my friends went back to university or started Masters degrees, and the job interviews dried up, I feel so useless.
I search for jobs almost every day. I’ve applied to so many, and heard back from one – an internship, which I now have an interview for. Now, I’m not bigging myself up here, but I am a good candidate for the jobs I apply for. I’ve done well at school and university, got involved with societies, volunteered, had a part-time job and done loads of work experience. But it’s still not enough, and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!
The only thing keeping me going is the book I’m working on. I don’t know how I’d cope without it: it’s something tangible that I can see my progress in, something creative, and the one thing that I have complete control over. Yet, because I’m living at home (in a village) where there’s not much to do and most of my friends are away, I feel so frustrated that I’m not doing anything else. On the one hand I want a job that gives me a creative outlet, which there are very few of, and on the other I’m worried that when I do get a job I won’t have time to write.
It’s hard to get myself inspired when my life is so stagnant. I need the change, the vibrancy of a job to get me thinking again. At the moment all I can think about is my parents nagging me, and I don’t want to be angry at them because that doesn’t make anything better!
I know this post has been a bit whiney, but I had to vent – going for a long walk with the wonderful Biffy Clyro blasting my eardrums is definitely not enough!
I’m hoping I’ll get something soon. In the meantime, I’m going to make the most of this “freedom” and make sure I keep going with the book, because who knows what will happen to it when I do start working.