When I received a call from R.A. for a potential full-time role that I may be interested in, I was quick to exclaim my affirmative. Coming from a background of Media and Communications, I thought this new line of job (Marketing) will be a new challenge for someone whose experience is predominantly in Media production and writing and yada yada. But it was a 9 a.m. call of something positive, something new, and something I was completely surprised to even be considered for. And whose to say nuh-uh?
I splashed yoghurt in my eyes.
It was a fast turnaround between that fateful call and the first of two interviews. From multiple e-mail conversations and phone consultations from the most positive, uplifting and incredibly knowledgeable job consultant one could ever ask for, it has been a ride quite joyously challenged and accepted.
Have you met a potential employer who constantly encourages you with their smiles? Have you ever sat down in an interview where all they want to know is about you, but not in a professional and conscientious kind of way, but in a diverting, stimulatingly discursive, in a spectrum between fitting in, and authenticity? Because all they were looking for, in the end, was authenticity. How you, perhaps, may enrich them in the workplace and vice versa.
I’ve watched The Office and have seen the rapport of that bunch of wildflowers. They’re a family basket and bundle of weirdness and topical conversations. And do they work? The only branch that’s ever been successful in their endeavours, no matter the side-tracked party planning and office gossip. Not that that may happen but one can only enjoy the comparisons. (And discounting its fictionality).
Recent graduates often wallow in self-pity come six months in. They trudge a slop of “welcome to unemployment” and find themselves battling their own insecurities about who they are and where they want to be. It’s not final and generalising, but it fits in the spectrum nonetheless. Some of my friends have plans to take a break from extending their academic qualifications by going overseas or bungie jumping. One can equal you losing your life, the other to lose your pockets. And it’s a process. And I love the stories of each individual.
Well, my story begins with this new undertaking. A sojourn of sorts, in the corporate world of communications and word-building, of promoting and trading, and the story for the dinner dates with preserved high school friends and the honesty and candidness of its lasting stretch. I will fill you in, of course.
For now, I have clothes to shop. Because man,
I gotta look good.