The first month in a new city is never easy. The first month anywhere new I think is pretty darn tricky; but for me it took the soggy biscuit.
I decided in my post-graduate glow of wisdom to move away from the thriving city of London, to slow and sleepy Plymouth. As lovely as London is, the lifestyle just doesn’t have the appeal. It’s a bit of a mix of high rental, high travel, low energy, low time to do much else other than “9-5 it”, which makes me feel dizzy from the hamster wheel before I’ve even jumped on.
Having a degree in media and journalism however, this puts me in a bit of a dilemma; Plymouth is in no need for artsy writing types. Down here, the legend of London is whispered along the streets as “The Big City”, and I haven’t exactly had the same pick of the media jobs I would of had back home.
A cocktail of hospital visits, car crashes and job rejections has made this first month pretty bloody awful, even the eternally positive boyfriend agrees. The roles which just need a minimum 3 GSCE’s are turning their nose up at my collection of 11 of them, plus 3 A levels, a degree, and 3+ years of customer service. Nobody needs to go to uni to learn to wipe down a table, but you apparently do need a Master in how to answer cryptic personality questionnaires.
“Would you call yourself a lucky person? : Definitely disagree”
Even though I’ve possibly made my first year out of uni a little bit harder than it had to be, there are tonnes of positives I keep forgetting about.
I have to be one of only a handful of students I know that can afford to live away from my parents pretty much straight after university. That is a BIG deal for a lot of people; I live with my boyfriend and my lovely landlady/baileys buddy, and after doing 2 years of long-long-distance this is just the sweetest treat. My parents are also being little troopers, topping me up with love and support, and are keeping me going until I find that elusive job that’s going to keep me afloat.
And I do technically have a media-ish job as a media assistant at a local charity; it’s only a couple of days a week, and the pay…well…there isn’t any, but just having that on my CV gives me the experience that the few media jobs in Devon are expecting.
Yes the first month was doom and gloom, but this second one can only stand to get better. Mission no.1: Fire round after round of applications, until one hopefully sticks.