Every person at some point in their life feels lost, their life all of a sudden breaking to a screeching halt and despite the helpful words of friends and family, the individual cannot seem to break away from the vastly enclosing limbo.
Ex students often suffer from this, consistently mulling over questions in their head. Do I work for the man or myself? What’s my five year plan? Do I even have a two year plan? Not always initially releasing that without first asking the simpler questions, the bigger ones can never be answered.
Just recently finishing my journalism degree, I spent the past three years praying to something (most likely non religious) to end the recession before I graduated and immaturely convinced myself that once I’d walked away with that degree and three years work experience under my belt that the jobs would come rolling in – I even had an offer that fell threw at the last minute.
Truthfully, I have felt chest fallen and occasionally useless, unsure whether to bite the bullet and get a job that is beneath me, open up my own website or hold all hopes in the one suitable journalism job that appears on Journalism.com every few months.
Most have advised the first choice, but like any headstrong determined youth I (like everyone) know myself and can’t fall victim to a degrading pointless job that will rot my brain and devour my creativity. Understandably, some people wouldn’t agree with this - a jobs a job right?
Ask yourself this then. How many miserable middle-aged people do you know that have worked (any old) jobs all their life and have consequently become boring, tired couch potatoes who have a worn out Sky Plus button and 50 ready meals in the freezer?
A person, whose drivers licence, says 1965, but they look like 1945? These are the people that had a dream and gave up. You ask why I want to join them!
I’m not slating those who work, they are admirable people, someone has to ring through my cigarettes, empty my bin and file my database stolen details – it’s just not for me.
Yet despite having a rough outline of what you think you want, can you ever be sure what your real want is?
The ET recently estimated that a fifth of homes in Peterborough were jobless, this is almost one in five people. The unemployed often get ridiculed for being ‘dole dossers’ or ‘bums’, yet this is generally down to the uneducated in the worthless jobs. It’s the higher paying jobs that aren’t available and that’s why more students are out of work, eventually and reluctantly removing their hard earned degree from their CV in extreme efforts to snag that interview for the Mr Shoes Xmas Temp position – at £5.93p/h.
Most amusing of all, most young people don’t miss the big things when they find themselves jobless, they miss new clothes, Jack Daniels, the ‘good’ cigarettes and the occasional all night session – or maybe that’s just me.
