It has been a year since my last post on this particular blog, and now, I am about to make the huge leap as a graduate from a world where one can decide whether or not to get the 7am bus in the morning to campus to the world where early starts are no longer optional. And I can’t wait.
It turns out my musings from the previous post were correct. I am not cut out for that high powered job with low laying morals. Upon my vigorous job search I had several telephone and face to face interviews with corporate big wigs, including the Cabinet Office of all places, and whilst the thought of working pretty much directly for the Prime Minister was exciting to say the least, the idea of moving to London alone and living in a box sized room sharing with a bunch of isolated imbeciles was most certainly not.
When I started university, I thought I had it all mapped out. I worked my butt off to get published as many places as possible, diversify into PR, social media marketing, marketing, copywriting, research and anything else to do with putting pen to paper and getting my name out in the right circles.
There was just one problem. The main thing I learnt from university was that the system sucks. No matter how hard you work, or how much you believe in things, there is always something or someone bigger than you that you have to pander to to get on in life. That isn’t me. There is no way that I could write a lie, write for something or someone that I don’t believe in. It may sound trite, but I will not put money over morals. The whole reason I wanted to get into journalism was to help people, to write about the things the mainstream media omit, and give the marginalised a voice. This I realise was somewhat quite naïve.
It is not that I am giving up. It is just that I cannot go through the normal channels, my heart won’t let me. I am going to work in a job where I get to help people on the ground, and use that experience and those contacts to write about what I want, when I want, and for who I want. If pieces get picked up and paid for on the way then great, if they don’t at least my loyal blog readers will get the true article. Allowing hundreds of people to read something worth reading about is far more beneficial to me, those I write about, and society, than me just being another churnalist spinning out sensationalist lies read by thousands globally.
When I started university, my other goal was to claw my way out of chavdom into middle-class-ville. What I have now learned is that middle-class-ville is full of dull, shallow, lifeless people, most of whom know nothing about the real world, and whose first job is an unpaid internship for that corporate big wig. Zero real life experience. I cannot erase all of mine and I wouldn’t want to. Bath is so middle-class it hurts, and I am proud to stand out in a rather grey crowd. I have come out of university more working class than ever and proud. I have not had four years of mummy and daddy paying for everything, I have worked a minimum of two jobs the entire time which has meant I am very well prepared for this transition.
So much so I have a job as a researcher for a local charity, and a flat with one of my best friend’s lined up to start the week after my final exam. I don’t want to go travelling for the summer, or move back to my parents, I want to start real life, right now. And I will.