So, here we are… I am officially unemployed!
This is my first jobless day since I started at City Gateway almost five years ago, and the countdown has started. I’ve got some time, but ultimately I’m facing the very real prospect of moving back home with my parents – becoming one of those millennial statistics about late-twenty-somethings who can’t afford the rent in the city because they either can’t find a job or they’re doing a very low-paid (or unpaid) internship.
Now, having spent the last five years working in the apprenticeships and work-based learning sector for an organisation whose purpose is to help NEET (Not in Education, Employment or Training) young people get on to and stay on a career ladder, I could write a whole dissertation on how offensive and harmful I find the idea of unpaid internships (or even ‘work experience’ that lasts longer than about three weeks) but I’ll skip the dissertation seeing as no-one’s actually going to give me another degree for it and simply say they stink. Workers should be compensated for their work – full stop.
Buuut I digress. The reason I’m facing this prospect (and getting my knickers all in a twist about internships) is because (as I wrote about before) I am attempting a career change. And, turns out, hopping industries is hard! Yesterday – my last day at City Gateway – was hard. It was a weird, sad day, filled with goodbyes (I hate goodbyes) and to be honest, my emotions have been pretty up and down since this whole process kicked off a few months ago. In my Grand List of Plans, we are already at Plan C, and there have been moments where I wonder if I am completely certifiably bonkers.
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More bonkers that I normally am, I mean.
Ahem.
I have some pretty awesome friends, and a couple of them have sent me cards over the last couple of weeks – one sent me a bright purple postcard that says ‘Everything is going to be okay’ in big friendly white letters on the front. This postcard is now pinned to the cork ‘happy board’ in my room, where I can see it from my bed, and it serves as a useful reminder not to panic when I’m trying to sleep!
A week later, I got another one that talks about the beauty of dreams – inside, my friend had written a message of encouragement, in which she tells me that she is proud of me for having the strength and courage to take the steps I am to go after my goal. She thinks I’m brave!
Now, aside from the fact that both of these cards touched me deeply, made me feel very loved and reminded me how fantastic my friends are, I’d not really considered the idea that what I’m doing is something other people would be proud of, or that might be the brave thing. I’ve more often wondered if I’m doing the hot-headed stupid thing!
I didn’t have to leave where I am. I chose to, and I chose to look for jobs outside my current career path. I chose to not look at jobs in different departments, or in companies that do the same thing as we do, and honestly there are days where I wonder if I’m just being stubborn. I certainly don’t feel brave.
But maybe – just maybe – the brave and the stupid thing are sometimes one and the same? Maybe I’m being stupid to not make the safe choice… and maybe I am being brave, to chase after a fulfilling career, and a job that makes me happy. Maybe sticking to my principles and not going after roles which are paid well below my current salary, experience level and skill set (I am not an intern! I have more to offer than that!) is stupid… but maybe it’s brave, too. Maybe having the courage to stick to what I know is right (I will fully go to the bat on this: unpaid work experience for anyone who is not a student is not appropriate) is brave?
Of course, I could just be being stupid. But if Plan D happens, I will regroup in my childhood home with the support of my wonderful family and make the next – hopefully less stupid – choice.
GULP.