What would you do for your dream job?
Monday, June 7th, 2010
Well I would give up Christmas. Forever! And no, I’m really not joking.
I had an interview on Friday at the most amazing agency I have ever had the pleasure of stepping inside and I can honestly say I would give up Christmas in order to get the job.
As a student who graduated post credit crunch and pre slight economic recovery I’ve be thrown into a PR job market that has been over subscribed and under nourished with the entry level jobs that graduates dream about. Because of this we have been left to either grab whichever job comes up first in order to pay the bills or hold out and continue to work in unpaid internships until we have enough experience to really wow the best agencies.
Unfortunately my financial standing at the time didn’t allow time for unpaid work so I was forced to take the first job that came along. All of this to be able to continue to pay the bills on the ridiculously over priced apartment that myself and a friend had signed a 12 month contract on. Why did no one tell me that it should be dream job first, dream apartment second. So stuck in to a 12 month contract I found a job in my local area. I had my dream apartment which I was struggling to afford the bills on, no social life and far from what I would call my dream job. Like the British economy, I was left wondering where things had gotten so off track.
Things have changed a little since then. I am no longer paying sky high rent on my dream apartment, I am back living at home and searching for my dream job. That dream job is a PR Account Executive and I had an interview for the role on Friday at an agency where I instantly felt at home. Great people, great offices and a great ethos. Forget the dream apartment, in PR you probably spend more time at your desk than at home so a good working environment is way more important than the dream home at this early stage.
I should know in the next couple of days whether or not I have been shortlisted for the position and every time my iPhone pings to tell me I have an e-mail my heart skips a beat and then pounds through my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous. In fact I don’t get this nervous when attempting to sing the high E flat at the end of Defying Gravity in front of an audience. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so much. For me this really is the stuff that dreams are made of, but what would you do for your dream job?
XoXo
theprgeek