Mid-way through an interview today I realised something.
It was an interview that bore a striking similarity to the interview I had before I got the Job from Hell (the door-to-door sales job, oh what a fun time was had) - minimal office, minimal job description, minimal information on the role in the interview. Cheerily smiling staff. Identical forms. Identical clients. I knew the place all too well. I was the victim of Stereotyped Graduate Syndrome, a common strain in the job marker where they prey on the desperate. And I thought I was desperate.
Until now. They didn't call me back, but if they had, I can honestly say I would have turned down a job to continue at my internship, where I don't get paid, am tired and sick but am learning a lot and slowly feeling like part of the team, and to make a meagre wage at my weekend job, which I enjoy and am very greatful for.
Because I didn't move 200-odd miles away from my home, a job, and stability, to settle. I came to chase my dream. And if it will keep running, I will just have to wear sensible shoes and pace myself.And as my esteemed blogger friend Lily of Bleed for Fashion says, as this is supposed to be a fashion blog, here's an outfit.