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!

Fast minds in a slow world. Broke through a recession and into a career. Now what?