Brand new decisions...

Hello, welcome to my first post! 

This blog is designed to chronical my hopeless attempts at finding a job - it will serve as a good record for me, and perhaps (if anyone reads this) even make other graduates or unemployed people feel slightly less alone...

I am a recent graduate. I have a good mind and a good degree from a good university, I am nice, friendly, analytical and intelligent, so why does nobody want to give me a job? I am not fussy - anything would do. Well, I used to be fussy - for about 2 months I applied only to jobs in the media and advertising worlds, I wrote amazing cover letters that I slaved over for days, and still got nothing for it. Not even a "thank-you for applying but you were unsuccessful" email. How rude is that? In this climate of unemployment you'd have thought they could at least employ someone to write out rejection emails. 

Anyway - since leaving University I have been through several career options, all of which at the time I knew I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Of course, a couple of weeks/rejection letters later I completely changed my mind. So far I have wanted to be: a singer, an actress, a singing-actress (how hard can it be? Turns out - quite hard), a teacher, an IT assistant, anyone in advertising/publishing/the telly. The one area I have been trying to avoid is the sort of generic office assistant of a company I couldn't care less about. I have been this person in every single job I have ever had, and all I want is just *something* a little less depressing. But now, lack of cash has meant applying for anything and everything, and I can't even get a job at the shitty places.

So: I have recently decided that I would like to become a lawyer. Why not? It's something isn't it? I'm sure I could somehow use it to better the world.... However, I have missed almost all of the application deadlines so am hoping they will read my late one.  Have trawled through 150 firms, all of which were pretty boring, but there was one good one so have again agonised over a covering letter, got my writer flatmate to help me out, and am crossing my fingers that I will be accepted onto a vacation placement. Mind you, apparently 1500 people apply for 10 places. I like to think the odds are good. I like to think I am the one in 150 people to stand out. They will recieve my letter, and read it thinking: "she's just what we need! Ring her at once and offer her £50,000 pa". Naturally I think I am good enough. I think I deserve it, that I should get it.

Of course, I know that I won't get it. But I always hope, even though I know it means the rejection never gets easier.