I’ve just finished writing exams, and four days into my holiday it’s over already. I sit here the night before my first day of work (not proper, graduate work. It’s required for my degree. But still, I’m claiming it) really rather nervous. Finding a job these says can be tricky. Even though this isn’t a permanent position, I’m still lucky to get it. I have to make a good impression: I can’t be slovenly, I have to stand up straight, comb my hair and, gasp, shave. And stuff. In other words I have to pretend be grown up, and I’m not even comfortably out of my single digits’ mindset yet.
I’ve been passing university quite well I reckon, thinking I know my stuff. I probably do know my stuff, most of it anyway. But here I am wracked with doubt about my competence, all because my future may depend on it…there’s a scary thought. Now I’m even more frightened. I had originally planned on writing about the pressure placed upon the youth of today to obtain employment and that it isn’t all that big a deal. I was even going to offer some friendly advice. But I realised it wouldn’t make that much difference, certainly not from a fledgling like me, and it wouldn’t be particularly interesting anyway. So I’ll take solace in the fact that I’ll have more interesting things to blog about once I’ve got some work experience and work experiences worth sharing.