Excuse me for crying Gen-Y, but I’m going to. I am absolutely a product of my generation and I’m actually annoyed.
I am tech savvy, degreed, enthusiastic, never settled and forever searching for something ‘more’. These are all characteristics associated with being a gen-y (dickhead, as some call us) and for better or for worse I encompass many of these things. So recently when I decided to resign from my quite great job and move states for love, I rather naively thought everything would be ok. No plan, no job to slide into, no idea really.
So here I am, sitting on the couch for the fifth week in a row wondering why it is that I can’t even get a fucking interview. I have always done the right thing, I went to uni, studied something I loved but then didn’t pursue it as a career. Instead I wound up in finance, and had a great job, got fantastic (what I thought was priceless) experience stayed for over two years and got a pay rise and a promotion after just 12 months.
I moved to Melbourne with a great work ethic, experience and a pretty good head on my shoulders and yet now all I look forward to in a day is the Million Dollar Minute and Grant Denyer’s overwrought facial expressions.
How did this happen to me? Was my experience really that valuable? Is my resume terrible? Am I just a failure? The answer is that I probably didn’t plan very well.
I was actually burnt out from working at 24. Whether I deserved to be, I’m not sure. I’m usually pretty skeptical about my initial thoughts about myself and situation, but that’s a whole other topic. Either way, I felt tired, stressed, sick and anxious either all at the same time or at least one after the other. The strain of a long distance relationship and countless plane rides was starting to take its toll on both my de-facto (the wonderful man in my life) and myself. One day I walked into work and resigned, just like that, simply because I was tired.
Now I am not so tired because I get to sleep in most days, I am healthy because I am walking a lot and eating properly. My wallet is pretty skinny, in fact as we speak it holds just $54. I am lucky because my de-facto and my parents have supported me during this time. And I have some upcoming writing work as well as tax to tie me over.
Mentally, I am faring the worst. My sense of confidence in terms of work is at its lowest. I often wonder what I’ve done wrong and why I can’t get even one interview. I am by no means a rocket scientist but I am hardworking and resourceful but these things don’t seem to count for anything. I thought the baby boomers (who I assume are employing me) were the ones to save us from our gen-y-selves! Instead I get a stream of emails telling me I don’t fit the ‘specific requirements’ and I’m at a lost as to how I fit them.