Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label future. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 March 2011

#OfficiallyCrazy

I'm seriously considering a teaching job just to be able to do a production of Les Misérables. Officially crazy or what?

You know, if I crash and burn with this fashion marketing or journalism thing of a career, I'm definitely gonna have a go at Music/Drama teacher. Poor children, I'm gonna be so harsh on them. Especially the kid playing Marius. (Actually just snorted IRL)

Regards,
Tiffany

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

Before you ask..

I have to admit, people rarely ask me things. 

They rarely ask me how my day was or what do I like about London or why I'm interested in fashion. You know, questions that I somewhat would like to answer. But because of how the universe loves to be ironic, the few times I've been asked anything they tend to be questions I don't like to answer. The most popular being "are you going to stay in London after you graduate?" or "are you going to find a work placement?"

I hate answering these questions because it makes me think about the future, getting a job, getting a work placement and improving my CV and all of which just gives me acid refluxes.

So let me answer them (hopefully) once and for all.

Are you going to stay in London after you graduate?
I get this so frequently I've even created a model answer, which goes indifferently like this: "Ehm, I don't know. It depends, if I get a job in London I'll stay if not I'll probably go back to Sweden." This is the pretty cut version, which effectively covers the actual answer.

The uncut answer goes something like this: I don't know. I'll probably won't find a job in London because of A) the awesome reputation of my Uni B) my toilet paper to CV, which will leave me with either slaving at McDonald's waiting for better prospects or going back to Sweden living off my parents as I'll search for jobs I'm probably not qualified for because I have a British degree. Of which I'll probably choose the latter because I can't stand the smell of frying oil.

Are you going to find a work placement?
First of all it's not really up to me to decide whether I'll find a work placement or not, is it? They actually HAVE to hire me before too right? But if you could convince someone to hire me that'll be great. Anyway, I usually say I really want to find a work placement. I really do but they're hard to find. The truth is I'm just too busy or lazy to look for them.

However I have some good news, in my absence from for example blogging, sleeping or actually living my life I've sat down to fix my CV and write those stupid covering letters and I've emerged with no less than 2 interviews in the near future. So am I going to find a work placement? Hopefully yes.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

The C word

Is it just me,or do you suddenly become solemn, slightly depressed and freakishly pressured whenever someone even mention words like "work experience", "internship", "future" or simply "it'll-look-good-on-your-CV"?

For a while there I was so happy because I thought I had overcome all of that. Obviously I haven't since I'm almost shaking my leg off in distress just by the fact that I'm writing about it.

It feels like I'm jeopordaizing my own employability by focusing on my school work. Because the real world demands a student that can balance: school, a part-time job, a social life, down time and a freaking internship. We all need to be super students or else you're doomed the second you step out of university with ONLY your degree in your rucksack.

I'm just not good enough. I can pretend that I don't do schoolwork 90% of my waking hours, but actually I am. I'm sorry, I'm SORRY that I need all of that time to study. I'm f*cking SORRY ok! The other 9% I cook, eat, go to the bathroom, get to school and get back from school. The remaining 1% is my downtime when I do stuff like Tumblr, talk to my parents, Tweet and read news. I've gotten so pressured that I feel like I need to contribute SOMETHING to my future even in my downtime, like freshen up my covering letter, blog, tweet, learn adobe indesign, look for internships etc.

It's like your whole life has to revolve around preparing for your future and being good at school is just not good enough.

I'm tired. I'm f*cking tired but it never ends.

Goodnight for now,
Tiffany