About four months ago, I started looking for a job. Within the past week, I managed to get two jobs. Not one, but two jobs. Combine that with the fact that I am in college, and it is obvious that life for me is about to become very busy. It was a struggle, and I was honestly beginning to give up hope of getting a job somewhere with half decent pay, or advancement opportunities that I could do while in college for a few years or so. Of course, I happened to hit a lucky streak and finally managed to reach the goal of having my first job.
Maybe three or so weeks ago, I heard about this catering place that was hiring people. The job was a little strange in the fact that you could choose which events you worked, but the pay was well above average in terms of having a first job as a teen to put some extra cash in your pocket. I brushed off my resume, wrote up a cover letter, and sent out an email hoping for the best. I wasn’t too sure what to expect, but it was a while before I heard back from them. A few days later, I heard about a clothing store that came on campus to recruit students for work. Sadly, I missed their actual visit, but I had a friend that applied there. She walked me through the steps of how to apply, and again I gathered my scarce experience and sent off another application in hopes for the best. Again, it was a while before I heard back from this place as well. A week after that, I happened to bump into a friend from high school on the train. He told me about a job he had recently gotten at a movie theater, and also that they were opening up another location nearby. The next day he gave me the information and, again I applied, though rather discouraged that I, after four entire months, could not obtain a job for the life of me.
In hindsight, I believe I could have settled for a job at a fast food restaurant or something of the like, but I felt like it was a lot of stress for so little pay, and that it really wasn’t worth it. I understand that “Beggars can’t be Choosers,’ but a lot of people tend to settle for less because they don’t think they can do better, and they end up getting stuck doing something mediocre that they hate just because they doubt their abilities. I also understand that the job I get more than likely won’t be the job that I work my entire life, but I still would rather do something that I either somewhat enjoy, can get paid a decent amount for, or get some decent experience that would be somewhat relevant to a wide variety of different jobs.
However, I digress. About a week ago, I heard back from all of the jobs I had applied to. I had three entire interviews. I’ve had several interviews before, all of which I thought went well.* Since I never got the job before, my confidence was shaken. I wasn’t really sure if I would even get the job, but I had to try. Two of the interviews I had on the same day, and I ended up a horrible morning. I got ready and left out, as I had planned to do the night before. However, I realized that I forgot my resume for the first job. I contemplated just leaving it upstairs, as there was an almost 100% chance I would be late if I ran to get it, but then I remembered that they said to bring your resume with you, so I felt I was obligated to do so. With 5 minutes until the bus, I had to run back home, run all the way upstairs onto the third floor, find my folder with the resume in it, run back downstairs and towards the bus stop. Keep in mind I was wearing dress shoes and I also had on a book bag because I needed to carry some things, along with my laptop, with me for the day. By the time I was almost back to the bus stop, my phone told me that the bus was at the stop and was about to leave, and the a train that just so happens to be dividing the me and my destination decided that now was the perfect time to arrive. It was 20 minutes until the next bus, and I would have been late to my interview for sure. By some miracle, the bus was on the same side of the tracks as I was, so when the train left, I ran like a madman to catch the bus. As I was running across the street (with cars moving), I managed to drop my phone onto the ground. I turned around and bumped into a guy who was running behind me, but I managed to get my phone and make it to the bus before it pulled off.**
The first interview of the day, I got the job. I didn’t get the second job. Honestly, I’m really glad that I decided to go to the interview. I thought that I would probably end up getting the second job, but that wasn’t what happened. I’m glad I made the decisions I did, and the gratitude was only magnified by obtaining another job the next day. Since both jobs are compatible with my schedule, it all worked out.
My advice to anyone who is out there looking for job is this: you may struggle to find a job and it may seem like you’ll never get one, but sooner or later, you will. It may not be the job that you want, but you will find something. You have to take advantage of that opportunity because you never know what other ones lay behind.
Anyways, I’m sorry I’ve been busy all of this week, but now you all know why. I will get busier, but I’ve organized my life using google calendar, so I will be able to manage my time better. I’m unsure if the scheduling issues still persist, but I will find out this upcoming week for you all.
Until tomorrow, or next time, whichever comes first.
*Of course I found out later that I never got the job because I would be led on or simply never contacted or ignored, which really sucks.
**In hindsight, I’m really lucky that I didn’t get hit by a car. I put myself in a very dangerous situation.