Yes, I realise it is Monday, but my god I enjoyed Friday. A fantastic serving of homemade leek & potato soup, a silver standard show of curling and the fact it didn’t rain brought a productive week to a very neat conclusion. As the offices emptied around the country at 5pm, I honestly thought that was my fill. Trains would be filling, motorways would be jamming and the Northern line would be unbearable. It’s at this time on a Friday that I routinely put down my laptop and end my weekly job-hunt; reluctantly assuming that my inbox will remain dormant during the weekend.
This week, however, my usual pattern was interrupted. As I bundled together the ingredients to impress my Mum with my homemade Piri Piri Chicken I, at first, missed an extraordinarily rare sensation. My phone, left to one side as I focused on the task at hand, had begun vibrating at quite an impressive rate. Not once, not twice, not even thrice. Six times my phone gently buzzed during my dinner preparations and when I finally twigged what was going on I was surprised with some brilliant news. No, my long lost university friends had not finally got in touch with me after months of distant ignorance. No, there wasn’t a family emergency in need of my help. And no, there wasn’t even an inbox full of junk email. Friday night was a blessing. Friday night was a good news night!
Originally, this week held no exciting promise for my job hunt. No meetings were scheduled and no deadlines needed to be hit. I was going into the week with a free calendar. For a man in the peak of his career this would be the best news ever. Yet, for a man with no career, this is the worst news possible. Friday, however, changed all of this. In the passing of 1 hour appointments and interviews suddenly swamped my empty diary. The usual void of activity that comes with rush hour at the end of the week was gone and in it’s place came more plans than I could shake my employment stick at. 3 separate talks, 1 written task and a final confirmation from The Clearing will now fill my 9-5’s this week transforming my original five lazy days into five of the most proactive possible.
As of Wednesday I shall be bounding out of my home once more, boarding a train and heading south to the hustle and bustle of the city. My indent in the sofa will soften as I energetically meet with several professionals from Shoreditch to Paddington. It must be said that this can only be seen as a good thing. The experience and knowledge I’ve learnt at every interview so far has only helped me in my quest for employment. Meeting professionals in the industry, learning how they operate and understanding what they are looking for in their ‘perfect candidate’ gives you a real insight into how these people think. My fingers are crossed that this week I shall be the aforementioned ‘perfect’ man.
Each role this week is focused on my writing. A copywriter role, a social media position and a communications and content intern are the opportunities that my carefully scripted enquiries have opened up to me. It’s beginning to become obvious that agencies prefer the personal and friendly tone that I have regularly chosen to approach them with. Last week, for example, the Creative Director at Leo Burnett happily responded to my advances with compliments, deeming my ‘determination’ and ‘enthusiasm’ as a good enough reason for me to go in and meet him in the near future.
Overall, I don’t really see the point in placing the same old stereotypical, politically correct phrases and anecdotes in your emails and cover letters. This isn’t going to set you apart, it’s not going to make you jump off the page, and as I found out early on in this process, it’s not going to help you get very far. I’m not going to get a job because ‘I know I have the correct skillset to hit every challenge head on.’ I’m going to get a job because I can use that skillset to do something more with the first challenge that sits in front of any unemployed graduate; getting someone’s attention.
Friday’s flurry of responses is testament to my adoption of a new method. For the last month the repeated clichés have slipped out of my vocabulary, being replaced with words and ideas that I actually formulate in my own head. Yes, I still write in a common black, size 12 Cambria font, but hopefully the words I type have the ability to do a little more in the head of an interviewer than send them off to sleep. I know that I’m an interesting guy and it’s clear that other people are starting to think that too. The only thing to master now is the interview and show that I am the graduate that the words on the paper suggest I am.