A Graduate Life For Me

After my work experience in London, I had lots of lovely things to look forward to: a holiday in Spain, graduation, the new Batman movie, and the arrival of my sister's baby. I told myself that once I'd got back from holiday and moved into my house the real job hunting would begin; I needed a break after uni to find my bearings, and whilst I'm lucky in some respects as I know exactly which career I'd like to get into, I still needed some time to really think about my next move.

Even though we've all been told countless times that unemployment is high, and that there just aren't enough jobs to go around, each graduate I'm sure still holds a secret hope that they'll be the lucky one. They'll be the one for whom all the three years of hard work will pay off, as someone, somewhere sees the potential within them and gives them that all important first job. If only they apply for enough positions, if only they keep at it, if only they have patience and persevere, then everything will all work out. After all, the teachers at school told us that if we worked hard and achieved high grades and went to university we'd get a good job - whatever that was, so that's what we did. But things haven't gone to plan.

So I'll keep filling in those job applications, and completing unpaid work experience, so that hopefully, some day soon (how about next week?) I'll be the lucky one.

UPDATE: Thank you to everyone who has left a lovely comment on my 'woe is me' post. Just thought I'd let you know that I'm no longer unemployed :D I'm now working in social media and cursing 7am wake-up calls. Onwards and upwards!