So it's been a long time since you have sent out your first CV, after which you probably sent 200 more and got around 20 replies, as maximum. Well at least that's what happened to me at the beginning of September when I was absolutely sure that with my brilliant customer service experience it won't take long for me to find an ideal job, or at least any job, for which I was already ready when November was starting and I was left with a couple of unsuccessful interviews that I had during that 2 months. However one day I woke up and saw this lovely email where one Marketing company was inviting me for an interview in Canary Wharf. After a 2 second search on the area, I was already imagining myself working in a sky-scaper, guess it was a ''Suits'' impact! 

For an interview I arrived prepared as never before, I also felt very confident and the reason for this might be the building in which the company had an office, it was nothing like a sky-scaper, so I was like - Whatever! It wasn't posh but it was still a nice office. And what's more important it's a job. And I let it go. And it worked. By that moment I had enough of interviews what made my answers very clear and myself quite goal-oriented, I would say. I was told that the company does work with a lot of different clients including some fashion companies. They told me that they are interviewing around 30 people, and will choose only half of them for the second interview, what made me want this job again. So the same evening I received an invitation for the second interview.

What can I say next is that I am the luckiest person ever, that I didn't wear my favorite heels, that I wear on every interview, that day. I was more than happy and ready to be a shadow of one of the staff member for the whole day, the problem appeared when the boss introduced me to the staff member after what I was told to put my jacket back on and follow the guy. I enjoyed that lovely area for around 5 minutes, while we we catching a train to go to North London. The staff member's name was David and we got on really well, at first he read my CV once again and later on we were discussing TED talks and many more lovely things, everything was lovely, apart from the fact that it was a heavy rain & wind, I was wearing skirt and walking across the houses, in order to knock to 150 doors and speak to as minimum as 100 people. As it turned out the client of this amazing firm at that time was ''UNICEF'' and that's the first reason that made me stay and not to run home after the first hour. The second was the fact that I don't leave anything half-done, I promised myself that morning that I will be the one out of that 12 people, who will become a part of the team, and I was still working on it, even if it all went out of the plan. It turned out to be a door-to-door marketing. 6 hours under the rain and not in the safest area. I was trying to leave the best impression until the end of the shift and the moment when I found out that there is no minimum salary, if I sell nothing, I get nothing. I have quite good communication skills and was sure that I would be able to earn at least 30 pounds a day (the amount you get for the one new client signed). Seems that David had the same feeling, and after getting back to the office at around 8 p.m they said me YES.

My clothes were all wet, I was frozen and starving, but I was happy, just because I got what I wanted to . At the office I met some girls who told me that they used to work there in summer after what they quit university and started full-time. I had the hurricane of emotions inside my head but I was making myself to believe that this is a suitable job, and I should try. At around 12 p.m I got home, and burst into tears, unexpectedly. I wasn't able to walk, cook some food or get into shower. I was just crying, what is very unusual for me. I used to work 12 hour shifts before, but I don't remember any time when I was THAT exhausted. What helped me at that moment was my lovely door-mate, who listened to the whole story and said - I know you can do it. But is this really what you want to do? At that moment I was already ready to wake up at 5am as I had to start working at 8am, and I also felt that I have no choice as I tried my best for the whole day, I got cold, heard a lot of nasty people rejecting us, and at the end I got what I wanted to, well, at least that's what I made myself to believe in. I really wanted a job, but I wanted a great experience more, and walking across the houses repeating the same phrases wouldn't give me a lot of a new knowledge. Honestly, that decision-making hour was one of the hardest ones I've ever had. Now I don't even know what was stopping me from saying - No, Thanks. immediately, I bet it was the feeling of pride. I wanted it, I got it, so I have to enjoy it. No and no! Luckily I called my dad, who said that I shouldn't think of any inconvenience that I can make for them, because I am the one who is choosing, and that job was obviously made for young people to work their asses off, without even a guaranteed salary.

By the way there were 2 other candidates leaving the office in the morning with other staff members, but I didn't see them at the end of the shift. They were slightly older, so I guess they had a courage to reject an offer as soon as they found out what this work is gonna be like. They were dressed in suits, without even having jackets with them, so they weren't obviously told the truth as well at the beginning. Sometimes you truly have to push yourself, but you need to know what's worth it, and what is not. In a week of time I signed with an agency that supplies staff for different luxury brands, so I ended up working in a jewelry store on Bond Street. Shifts were also 9 hours long, but the place and people.. stunning!! This is what I really wanted, and guys, I had no doubts when I was agreeing on it. Don't lie to yourself, If you are unsure, and you feel that it's not gonna make you happy, keep searching. It's always good to try, and I am happy that I did, but I am even more happy, that I didn't go for it.

V xx