Tuesday, August 18, 2015

That thing called full time employment



Last Easter, before I’d even began revision for my final exams, I managed to secure a job as an editorial assistant for a publication in London. My plans to become a millionaire and sail my yacht around the world were put on a hold for a job I could not refuse. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I’d land in the middle of such an incredible team of people, who are so open to teaching me anything I wish to learn.

The experience I have gained in the last two months is immeasurable and I can’t begin to explain how blessed I feel to have been given such a great opportunity. That said – working full time is hard! The hours aren’t really the issue, I know how to put a full day of work in; it’s more the timing that’s the problem. I’ve been so used to working on my own schedule, taking a nap when needed or going for a walk to clear my head when I need a moment to myself; I find it hard to work within specific hours.

Routine also happens to be lethal; time flies so quickly that if I blink I could possibly miss an entire month. My boss keeps telling me that it’ll be Christmas before I know it, and if the last two months are anything to go by, then she’s certainly on to something. The hour commute each way is something I’ve gotten used to and actually proves to be valuable reading time – plus there’s a gym in my building which makes exercising extremely convenient (I could very well have a six pack by the end of the year), but I can’t help but feel concerned that I’ll be a year older in no time.

Despite the lack of cat naps and the apparent loss of time, my role here is so diverse it allows me to get stuck into so many different projects, which keeps things interesting and helps me learn more each day. With savings in my bank account, and the amount of experience I’m going to get here – I’ll be a millionaire sailing around the world on my yacht in no time.

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