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TNG Gets a Job

Well this one is very hard for me to write about. I have thought about it repeatedly for a few weeks now, but I had trouble finding the right words.

Those few weeks back I received a phone-call. A phone-call I always thought might come, but in what way, shape or form I knew nothing of. It still does not feel real.

Today I received an envelope; an envelope that contained a lot of information. Information I have been looking for, for quite some time now.  What was inside made clear to me a number of things.  Among them: what I would do, who I would report to, what I would study, where I should turn up, what I would take home. But most importantly it told me what was next. Something I have thought about my entire life. Something I have been asked about my entire life. What next?

Next, I become an Investment Accountant.

Signed & dated,

The Noughty Graduate
10.02.2011

10,000 Cheers for 10,000 Hits

Greetings all,

I feel it has been ages since making a post and for that I apologize.  I have since attended a couple interviews, but have yet to write anything for them.  My dedication has been hindered by a much enjoyed holiday spent with the relatives, as well as continued celebrations over the New Year with some friends in London.  Needless to say, all I got for Christmas was one extended hangover.

Alas however, I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you who has come along and visited my blog, taking from it whatever joys it has been able to provide.  Earlier today it received its 10,000th visitor.  An amount I really never thought possible, but a true demonstration in the power of spamming your hyperlink across the web.  I joke!

As for the job front, I had a two-day assessment centre with AstraZeneca last month for a CIMA-based position within their Finance department.  A really great experience, but for reasons that will soon be explained to me in a feedback phone-call, I was unsuccessful.  I think I will continue focusing on accountancy-based schemes for the time being.  It seems to me like the most logical route to take after having sat down and really thought out what it is I can best contribute to a firm.  A contact of mine in London has kindly introduced me to an associate of his involved in forensic accounting, so I will be meeting with them later on in the week in an effort to extract what wisdom I can.

Thank you all very much for your support and do please continue to comment with your stories of success and/or missteps.

Best,

-TNG

Applying to Investment Banks the TNG Way

Today I will do something foolish. That’s not something out of the ordinary. Just last week I found myself taking apart my PC and vacuuming out a good two years worth of dorm room dust bunnies. But unlike risking the unsubstantiated claims of what happens when vacuum-induced static meets circuitry, today I will be exposing a delicate part of myself to a practice commonly attributed to by many to be self-confidence-suicide. Today I will begin applying to investment banks.

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Chapter 1: Rejection

You wake up and throw open your curtains.  What a beautiful morning it is.  Open you’re window, smell that air.  Go on!  What could possibly stand between you and success now?  I know.  Rejection.  Today you will be rejected.  Tomorrow you will be rejected.  How do I know this?  Because the law of averages says so.  Currently there are 120 applicants for every job in the UK.  What does that say?  Work it out.

Today I woke up, smelled the fresh air, gleamed at the bright blue sky, and hopped, skipped and jumped onto a train to London for my first big city interview.  As I neared the city that bright blue sky quickly turned to a not so wonderful shade of grey and I found myself a 15 minute walk away from the headquarters of British Airways Pensions, in the pouring rain, and without an umbrella piece.

Lesson 1: Preparation.  Interviews are 20% delivery, and 80% preparation.

This time I lucked out; I managed to grab an umbrella off a vendor outside the station for the bargain bin price of £20.

The Beginning of the Rest of My Life

If you’re reading this right now, you either know me personally or Google works.

Google: phenomenal company, far too often doesn’t get the credit it deserves, and all too often gets criticised without justification.  Like any great product, it does what it’s supposed to do and it does it well.  I’ve spent a large portion of my life with Google.  I used to rely on the intuition of Meta-Crawler to guess what I was trying to say, but as soon as Google came around, I never went back.  Google probably knows me better than any other person I know.  I’m not sure that’s a good thing, but if Google could write a book about me, it would most definitely place high on Terry Jones’ burning reading list.

Yes, Google is a great thing, but I am not here to talk about them.  So why am I talking about them now?  Because I’ve finally decided what my first blog chapter will be about and you’re interested enough to have found it.  I’ve decided to cast aside my initial idea – that I’m not arrogant enough to write a blog – and write about something I’m experiencing right now that so many others like me are as well.  This part is called: Getting a Job.

Actually it would more aptly be called “Not Getting a Job”.  Or, “Dealing with Post Traumatic Graduation Syndrome”.  Or even, “Getting Hired: What Not To Do”.  PTGS is a serious problem in the UK and indeed many other parts of the world.  It has been estimated that the forehead of a recent graduate slams into a hard surface once every 3 seconds in this country.  Worse in Ireland, but reasons for that are varied.

Before I delve into this subject, please be advised that I am not a writer.  Nor a scribbler.  Not even a… composer of well versed articles.  You will often find that my writings jump seamlessly away from topics and into various “besides the point”s and “what’s he on about?”s.  And my vocabulary will quickly cast aside any preconceptions of trained eloquence (thanks right-click->synonyms for that last ditty).  But I will do my best to stick to the overall purpose of this chapter and what I am trying to convey.  And that is to:

  • document my travels within the graduate job market;
  • pass on what advice can be taken from my experiences; and
  • hopefully show you if you are in the same situation that you are not alone!