The Trades Description Act

Readers I am in breach of the Trades Description Act. You may have read atop this blog that I claim to be 22 and unemployed. I am neither of those things anymore. I am 23 and I have a job.

Yes, that's right: I HAVE A JOB!

Boooooom.

You may remember that I spied a light at the end of the tunnel with the advent of Spring and an interview that I had hoped would bud and flower into a beautiful example of paid, permenant work. It did. It ACTUALLY did. I am now frantically researching flat shares, new cars, pension plans and a shopping binge. I have a whole pile of stuff to organise, but I can't wait - I'm loving every fraction of a second of it. For once I can get up off my unemployed bum and feel like I have a real purpose about me.

Boooooooooooooooooooom.

It's not been an easy ride. From my 'palpably downbeat mood' courtesy of the BBC, to endless waiting, days staring at my phone waiting for it to ring, hefty knockbacks, hauling myself back up, and just being plain sick and tired of everything. I've done it: 7 months of being an unemployed bum can end right here, right now.

I've already got my yoghurt ready for the communal fridge, and though they don't have a water cooler, we can all congregate round the Brita filter for our deep chats. I've folded my sweats and placed them at the back of my wardrobe only to surface if I get ill or get the urge to go to a Zumba class.

There are somethings I'm not going to give up though - this is one of them. I will continue to blog about the state of youth unemployment and how I dislike Tom Daley if only to encourage you to do the same. I was encouraged to write this blog - to pour out my heart and soul to the world wide interweb on just what it's like to be young and unemployed. I sent the link to this blog to my now current employer in my application on the off chance they would read it and have proof that I hadn't been bumming around, anything but.

They really liked it. If you have half an hour in an interview to convince someone you're the right person for the job and you'd fit into the office like the proverbial hand in glove then you're a better person than I, that or a Jedi Knight. If you give them a ready-made example of how you're a brilliant person and you can engage them from the beginning with tales of babysitting woes and getting played like a fiddle then suddenly they feel like they know you a whole lot better.

It's like I said in my last blog post: it's only by being proactive that you get the breaks you want/need. Only by making the effort did I have one of the best birthdays EVER in the history of mankind, and only by telling the world what I thought of Hazel Blears, the Robin Hood Tax, and the online revolution in job searching did I get to where I am today. Employed.