It's now February. My exams are done, my portfolio of work passed and I got my shorthand at 100 words a minute. Oh yes. For those of you who don't know, that's FAST.
So I'm blogging again, although I now have no idea where I'm headed since my lovely little student bubble suddenly popped, leaving me to experience the joys of the real world. Or rather, the non-joys of a recession.
As unemployment figures soar to almost two million... I start trying to find a job. Yay me.
For the last two weeks I've been frantically applying for every journalism, reporting, writing and PR job that I'm even remotely qualified for (environmental, financial, food processing news... Oh God, it's depressing) but as yet, all remains quiet on the job front.
Almost all the journalism jobs out there right now are finance ones in various guises. Which, to be honest is hardly surprising in a time when all anyone can talk about is the global recession. Indeed, it is the credit crunch no more.
So, determined as ever to make it in any way possible, under any circumstances imaginable, I've been buried under the slightly terrifying (albeit pinky) pages of the FT attempting to get to grips with everything to do with the economy in exactly five days flat.
Desperation I hear you say? Probably.
But if I can turn myself into a financial journalist in the space of a week, then surely I can do anything. Right?
...I'll keep you posted on that one. But for now? To the temping agency I go.
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