The most difficult thing about looking for a job in England is the fear of failure. I have a little more than three weeks to find a job. After that, I will have no place to stay and therefore, I will have to leave the country. If I return home, I will not have accomplished what I had set out to do; I want to live and work in the UK.
I thought hitting the ground running was going to be my best bet. I still think it was, but I think I may have been a bit idealistic and unrealistic. There is just this intense want to be here and that intense want keeps my hope up.
I am determined to succeed, I want to succeed, and I hope my interview goes well. This adventure cannot end; it’s only just began.
The world has always been pretty nice to me, and I usually end up falling on my feet. I hope this is the case still.
It almost seems fitting that it is the 4th of July. My American/can-do attitude should be me somewhere. Americans fought for our independence, and I will preserve until I find a job. And yes, I know, we are talking about two totally different levels of magnitude and intensity, but the spirit is there.
Any advice from those who’ve job hunted in another country would be very welcomed.
Please, work pants, dry quickly and be ready for tomorrow.