It’s happened. One year after graduating from university I have been offered a full-time, permanent job!
It is working on the other campus of the college where I work now, in the library there. I think this role could be more interesting and the other campus is lovely.
Plus, the combination of it being full-time rather than 25 hours a week and closer to where I live (thus cheaper on the train), means that I will no longer be counting the days and train fares until pay day towards the end of the month.
This year has been a lesson in not comparing myself to other people, having studied Physics a lot of my classmates are doing impressive things like PhDs and well-paid graduate schemes. While these jobs are rarely in areas I am interested in, seeing the rose-tinted version of people’s fancy jobs on social media can still make me unnecessarily hard on myself.
But I am trying not to do that any more, because it is literally no fun at all. I am now only comparing myself to… myself, a year ago. Back then I was working in a convenience store with horribly unsociable hours and an ill-fitting uniform that made me look about 15 (people would assume I was under 18 and could not sell them their alcohol).
And now I am about to start a full time job with sensible hours, close to my home and with some lovely people.
Things have improved for me and I feel like I am moving in the right direction. As long as I keep feeling like that, I am happy.