My job isn’t a tricky one, it’s not complicated, but it’s not pointless. For those who are super interested, I have the responsibility of maintaining Aesthetic Response’s social media accounts. I’ve been writing tweet streams, posting facts on facebook, writing blogs and updating their website. I’ve also got the pleasure of liaising between various members of the Aesthetic Business Network in regards to filming their events and workshops across the country. Just last week I was in Birmingham and last month, London.
I don’t get paid much, no, that’s a fact. But it’s an internship. They’re not supposed to be paid, but here I am, able to afford my rent for the house that I live in with my friends. But the money isn’t the deciding factor in why I took this job. I’ve been waiting for over a year to get something in marketing; every time I’ve tried, I’ve been let down for ‘lack of experience’. This job is giving me the experience that I need to move on. We live in a world where you can’t just walk into a job straight out of school. You have to shine and be different, while at the same time willing to become a person with no identity, consumed by the company that you work for.
I have another job – it’s part time and it’s stressful and absolutely nothing like the marketing one. It’s at Ness in York city centre and I sell people clothes. I stand in the shop, wearing either my kilt or my stag dress and I convince people that they really need this coat that they can probably live without. It helps me get by. It gives me money for food, money for bills.
I’m working really hard right now and, honestly, I’m drowning. But I don’t care if you don’t agree with my life choices at the moment. Some of the decisions I have made in the last year have been really, really difficult and some I have regretted. I’m not arseing around, not bothering with finding a proper job. I’m trying to support myself so I can live away from home and maybe, just maybe find a career that I actually want to do.
[End of rant]