It’s finally happened.
I have a job as a reporter on a newspaper!
In the two-and-a-half-years since graduation, I have wanted to purse and disband my career in equal measures.
I’ve had great work placements where I’ve produced work which I’m proud of; trodden the path of the ‘workie’ far too many times, wondering if my eagerness and enthusiasm will make the editor want to snap me up; wrote shorts which never seem to make it into the paper…
But I can safely say it’s been worth it. Rewind the clock 10 years and my precocious, pre-teen self would have imagined myself, feet up on my desk at the New York Times, waiting to be dispatched to the scene of a devastating natural disaster.
Though the reality is I’ve had to struggle like the rest of my journalistic peers; the recession made it one of the hardest and most frustrating times to ever secure employment within the media.
My previous posts have detailed the constant need to carry out internships and placements in the hope that another line on one’s CV leads to employment.
I’m just grateful that I didn’t give it up.
My trip to NYC proved to be the cornerstone of my career. Sat bolt up right and feeling the effects of jet lag, I started to re-design my CV. Coincidentally; one of my good friends sent me a job advert with the subject: “This is your job hun!”
Sceptical, I applied for said job – a trainee reporter on a south London title – not expecting to hear anything. Then, upon arrival in London, I was surprised to find out that I had made the shortlist. The assistant editor wanted to know when I was available to come for an interview.
The interview itself was straight forward. Though it felt anti-climatic; they didn’t give anything away and when I left – after completing numerous tasks and tests – I felt deflated.
So imagine my surprise when, one week later, the assistant editor called to offer me the job.
And in that moment, I felt an intense happiness that I’ve never felt before, and I quit my PTJ almost immediately!
Now on the eve of starting my career, I am glad that I’ve endured the haters who told me I’d be shit and never make it…
…you’re just fucking jealous.
So now, after knocking on countless doors and wanting to show what I’m made of, someone has seen something in me and has given me a chance. I only hope that I can make it easier for people like me to get their foot on this middle-class and unashamedly nepotistic ladder.
I suppose that phrase is true….good things DO happen to those who wait.
♫ Brand New Heavies – ‘Dream Come True’