Clinton96

Remember I had an interview the other day? And remember I had to go for a second interview? And remember how much I really really wanted that job.

Well I only went and got the job.

Yeah, little old me. I’m now a Digital Marketing Executive. Me! Me? What.

I start on Monday, and for the first couple of months I’ll be commuting from my parents house because I just don’t have time to get my own place in, oh, 5 days. The pay is absolutely amazing – I never thought I’d be on this much so soon after graduating. And I never thought I’d get the first job I interviewed for. Not in a million years. So I’m feeling incredibly lucky, right now. Someone is definitely watching over me, that’s for sure.

So what will I be doing? Well, I’m in charge of the social media marketing for a chain of health & fitness clubs. However, I’m actually employed by a marketing agency so that gives me options if I ever want to move about. This marketing agency works for Disney, 20th Century Fox, and Hallmark. Yes. It’s big. Bigger than I could’ve hoped for.

I don’t even know what to say. I’m in complete shock. I just want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you who left such lovely words of encouragement on my last post. You were all helping me through my second interview yesterday.

I’ll get back to you when I’ve come back down from the ceiling.

THE HARD PART

I never thought I’d leave university and walk straight into a job. I was that deluded. But I didn’t quite understand how hard it was going to be to get a job. I knew I’d have to apply to lots of places before I was accepted. I knew I was going face a lot of rejection before somebody even offered me an interview. But I was not prepared for the sheer and utter despair that took over on Thursday evening. I cried until my eyes were red, and my cheeks were sore from salty tears. My parents became upset, because I was upset. And this made it even harder to come back to my flat alone that night knowing that they were worried about me. But since that little moment, I’ve seen more and more jobs that I like the sound of. And I’ve applied for a job every single day, in different fields, offering different amounts of pay. I’m putting myself out there because there is no use crying over it.And all I kept telling myself was when I have a job, I’ll look back at my crying, distressed self and laugh. Because I’m going to get a job. And it’s going to be because I worked my arse off of to get it. Keep reminding me of that.