I want to pretend like I’m not writing this with tears streaming down my face and that I’m not struggling to get oxygen into my lungs, but hey it’s the truth and I am an absolute mess.
Ok, maybe that was a little bit dramatic.
Yet again I have received the soul crushing e-mail which basically says “thank you so much for putting all your time and effort into this job that we for sure looked like we were going to give you, but in actual fact we’ve only got more bad news…”
Rejection is not new to me if I’m being completely honest. Been through the job search, got the e-mails saying you’ve done great for yourself but we just don’t think you’re the right fit, blah blah blah. I’m not bothered by the rejection aspect at all, what bothers me is the fact that this process took about a solid three weeks, which required me to go into town for an interview, study for a week to write an assessment (which I aced with a solid 87% by the way) and then a whole work day on the other side of town (my petrol tank did the things guys), dedicated to learning more about what life in the business is like (sounds like they were literally preparing me to get ready for the job, right?). But, this morning I open up my e-mail to find those words we all love to hear:
“thank you so much for your application, but we’ve decided that we’re not going to move forward with you for this recruitment process”
Obviously my hurt butt wanted to know exactly what the heck I did wrong, so naturally I had to pretend like I wasn’t falling apart so they could provide me with feedback and I kid you not, this was the response:
“The team thought you were very sweet, and clearly you were passionate about working here. You’re role play (yes, they actually made me do a painfully awkward role play) was excellent, so well done. This position comes with daily challenges and stresses and after careful consideration, the team felt that you are still quite young and inexperienced and perhaps you may not be able to handle those stresses and challenges just yet. So we recommend gaining some more life skills and experience and then you are welcome to re-apply in a years time.”
I have no words.
Really, I don’t. You see, age and experience you can tell from the get-go, so why was this not evident in the first round of my interviews? Most importantly, can someone please tell me where I was supposed to find experience when:
- I’ve been studying for the past 4 years and will get my degree next month.
- I’ve been balancing a job on top of my studies in order to make a bit of money on the side.
- You know these posts I write occasionally and those videos I make on YouTube? yeah, throw those into the mix too.
So, now what? Well, I guess the search starts from all over again. So please pray for me as I pull together the last few cents I have to go through this all. over. again.
Graduates, I feel ya’ll on a spiritual level when I say that unemployment is expensive.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t get any better. Fun fact: South African graduates fall part of the large unemployment statistics because most companies in South Africa are not willing to hire students with no prior work experience. Don’t believe me? Check this out for yourself:
So let’s just get this straight: I spent 12 years in the schooling system just to obtain a matric certificate, followed by 4 years studying in the hopes of obtaining my degree (which I will receive next month). While balancing my studies I could only do part-time work as I could not commit to full-time employment (duh). Yet, it is my country who would like me to pull experience out of thin air before I can apply for an entry-level job. Yikes.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am still part of the South African unemployment statistics. Yup, it is I, who has just completed a 4 year degree in English and Communications while balancing a job in marketing, who has poured her heart and soul into creating content and of course who is constantly plagued by those unlucky e-mails trying to push me into a deep, dark place where alcohol is rife and the devil laughs at your misfortune.
Unfortunately for me, I can’t stand the taste of alcohol and I think I’ve had enough misfortune so that if the devil ever told me I’d never be able to withstand the storm, I’d whisper in his ear “babe, I am the storm”.
and so it continues, the chronicles of the unlucky and unemployed.
In the words of a true Capetonian, we kap aan.