This week I tried applying for a new job, specifically, a job as a Foreign and Commonwealth Office Student Ambassador.
The role would see me holding sessions to educate people on the FCO’s ‘Know Before You Go’ Campaign, as well as writing articles to promote the same message.
Although the job was described as a brand ambassador, I felt confident applying for the role as it’s unlikely that the job would require me to work to a quota, I wouldn’t be selling anything to anyone, just trying to educate people on the best and safest ways to travel.
This is the first writing job I’ve ever applied for and I was really nervous about filling out the application form. Although I’ve written for a few online publications on a volunteer basis, my main creative output is this blog, which isn’t the most reassuring thing.
I’m incredibly proud of the work I’ve put into this page, but it feels far too personal to submit as an example of my writing style.
This blog is about my experiences of trying new things or showing myself that I can’t be good at everything and that’s not an easy thing to willingly submit to someone so they can judge who you are as a person.
I was asked to submit two posts that represented my style of writing and I chose my post on yoga, and hotel living. They felt like two posts that I was happy with, but also felt a lot less personal and revealing.
I like baring my soul in these posts, it lets me express myself in a way that I hope other people will be able to relate to. I enjoy the theme of my blog because I hope that someone will read one of my updates and be inspired to try something new, make a change in their life, or even just go back to doing something that they used to love.
Sending that to a woman in a corporation who probably doesn’t care about what I say is… definitely a challenge.
I’m a little disappointed in myself for being too scared to submit one of my more personal posts. They represent who I am and I should have picked the posts on the merit of the writing, regardless of the content.
I was rejected from the job and it hurt. It hurt that something I pour my heart and soul into wasn’t good enough for somebody else.
I received my rejection over two weeks ago, and until now, I’ve found it difficult to sit down and write again because I keep over thinking my failures as an artist.
I picked this post as my re-introduction into writing because I hoped that it would give me closure and allow me to forget about it. Writing jobs are no different to regular jobs and being rejected doesn’t mean I’m a bad writer, it just means I’m not what they’re looking for.
My first heart-breaking rejection came when I applied for my dream job in Spring 2016, intending to drop out of university. I wanted to be a Studio Manager for the BBC and I completely messed up my interview and I was a wreck for weeks.
At the time, it was devastating. I wanted the job with all my being and the rejection hurt like no other. I took some time to mourn the loss of my dream, picked myself up, and switched onto a Journalism degree.
I’d be lying to say that I’m pleased I was rejected, but a part of me is glad I didn’t make the move.
So many amazing things have come my way over the last year and a large proportion of the opportunities I’m incredibly grateful for would never have come my way if I’d been working a full-time job in London.
Rejection gives you a chance to realise your strengths and weaknesses, and gives you the motivation to work to them. I know what would make me a stronger candidate in the future and I am confident enough in my skill sets to use them to my advantage.
I know what I’m good at, I know what I need to work on, and I know that anyone would be lucky to have me on their team, however many jobs I need to apply to before I find the perfect match.