I’m having a bad day. These things happen occasionally but today I feel like blogging about it because it is not my fault. The economy has been worse than rubbish since before I began my degree, and the days where I selfishly thought to myself that the implications of numerous recessions wouldn’t touch me are gone. I began a degree, dropped out and began another, graduated with the highest grade in my year and went travelling for months. All of these things gave the economy ample time to rectify itself to ‘booming jobs market’ status once again in my mind, yet in reality the picture is entirely different.
I began working part time when I turned 16, eight years ago. In that time I have done badly paid jobs, jobs I have hated more than I could have imagined, jobs that have physically crippled me and jobs that have been just plain embarrassing. This is what most of us do through our education though; I’m not complaining about this. The reason we take these jobs at this stage of life, however, is to avoid taking them when we are ‘adults’ and can then turn our hard work into rewards with a ‘proper’ job, education in hand.
I consider myself as having secured my first ‘proper’ job last November. It was a temporary freelance contract for a few weeks before I went travelling. Since returning, I have started a job which I probably enjoy more than any other I’ve had before and that I could imagine being more than content to stay in for the foreseeable future. But no. The economy got screwed up and now no company in all the world seems to have anything called a budget anymore and therefore jobs like mine are being set on temporary contracts not long enough to consider as anything real.
Although the length of my contract denotes that I should have remained living at home without giving myself any financial commitments, I have moved out into my own flat, being sick of the restrictions placed on me at this point in my life. Others in my situation though are more sensible than I am and see themselves living with their parents indefinitely. At the end of it all, it makes me angry. I like my job, it relates to my degree, I think I’m good at it and I want to be able to rely on it to begin my adult life as a graduate. Instead, I am likely to find myself back at the doors of the recruitment agency I used throughout university, asking for minimum wage jobs and being told by peers to be grateful for offers, including those containing the words ‘call centre’.
Short of printing more money and beginning the world finances from scratch, there is nothing that can seemingly be done about the global economy; today just happens to be a day where accepting that seems more difficult than usual.
I don’t want to believe there is nothing to be done on a personal level. I regularly try to think of things to add to my CV; new skills that could be learned, courses to go on, etc, but when it comes down to it, why should I have to, for any other reason than because I want to? So if the economy could kindly get up off its arse and hurry up getting fixed, and start giving graduates the rewards and opportunities they deserve, that would be great. Thanks.