I have finally got my dream job.
I’m working as a writer. This is what I aspired to in school when I wrote for the yearbook, through college as I wrote for its newspaper and studied New Media and English and through local and national internships.
I have worked really hard to get where I am, and I’m proud to be working as a journalist for a news website. I write news and features, and even areas I’m not that familiar with like sport if needs be.
I get along with everyone in the office, they are a lovely bunch of people and we have a proper laugh in between changing the world through ethical journalism.
I don’t even mind the 2 hour commute… much!
“What’s the problem then, Katie?” I hear you ask.
The problem is, it is yet another unpaid position. I got experience with the Irish Times in fourth year in college, published 3 articles and researched many more for nothing.
Last summer I got my local newspaper hooked up on facebook and spend 3 weeks getting them followers equal to 15% of their readership and wrote some articles too. I got a goodbye lunch and an engraved pen, which was a lovely gesture.
Now I’m working with this community organisation and news website and I love it so much. Teaching was great but I always knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do in the long run. This is it.
And I’m good at it.
I’m good at talking to people, and research and (surprisingly, given how rarely I can manage to catch a bus on time) even meeting deadlines.
Job satisfaction is important. And I’m getting that in bucketloads. But you know what else is important? Rent. Eating. Electricity. Gas. Alcohol.
Do I keep this amazing job that is currently COSTING me £70/week up, or go in to some crap admin job just to pay the bills.
That’s today’s rant. Life’s not fair. Wahhhhh!