Nothing is more important than job applications come graduation

It has quickly become the time in my life where there is nothing more important than job applications.

And for some reason it is so much harder this time around.

My very first job was in my local Costcutters, a wee store in a wee village. The owner was known by everyone and the same customers came in every day for their milk and newspapers.

I turned thirteen on the Friday, and on the Monday I started working – my older sister already worked there and she had asked her boss if I could have a job and that was it. No applications, CV’s or dreaded personal statements.

Throughout the five years I worked there I stacked shelves, delivered newspapers and leaflets, helped the elderly members of the community cross the road, took my boss’s dog for a walk, served the customers on the till and most importantly made money so I could go on well deserved nights out!

Then I got a summer job in a hotel in the next village. This time I had to hand in a, minimal, CV and go for an ‘interview’ where I was told when I would be starting. I even had a uniform this time.

Then the bar job I got when moving to university came from an internet search, an email, a chat and a ‘start asap’. Sorted.

I am not saying it was all plain sailing – I have been partial to rejections in my time. The lowest being turned down for a 12 and a half hour contract in Wetherspoons. But I managed to secure some sort of employment from aged thirteen without the applications I am faced with nowadays.

But as my graduation gets closer, it is important to me to try and get the job which I have been working and aiming for, for the past four years. Although, apparently the job of my dreams is also the job of many hundreds of others dreams too.

So as exams loom, I am also trying to figure out how to write a ‘personal statement’ which makes me sound employable but without sounding so wrongfully big headed. I am also trying to distinguish this from describing my skills in a separate question, and my future aspirations in another.

I am continuously searching the internet to see what is available, noting down application deadlines in my calendar alongside my university deadlines and trying to think of every little thing I have done which could potentially contribute to a skill.

I will get there, eventually.

If only my older sister was a radio producer and could ask her boss if her little sister could start on Monday…I can only dream.

Originally published in the Evening Times here

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