It's not going to write itself. |
Upon graduation, I decided to shun the undignified scramble
for the last remaining grad schemes. I just didn’t want it enough. 500
applicants battling it out for a place on the Rent-a-car management programme?
Nope, not for me. Instead, I worked in a stockroom and a nightclub –
before hotfooting it over to America.
Reality sure is cold and hard
Upon my
return, I was faced with two unfortunate realities: I had no job and my
parent’s house was beckoning. On the plus side, I had a killer tan. I soon
found myself working as a call centre temp for one of the legal loan sharks
thriving on the bloodied carcass of Britain’s economy.
It was at this stage I decided to start a blog. I’d always loved
writing, and with nothing else on my plate, I thought: what have I got to lose? They say
write what you know, so I began blogging about that awkward time in life between
graduation and adulthood: no longer a student, not yet in a career. Gradulthood was born.