I went for an interview in London last week. Being back on the Kent to London commute, I felt like I’d never been away.
It’s been six years.
Having recently graduated, my options were start at the bottom of a new ladder at half the salary I left London on, or go back to the same rung and see if my attempt at ‘bettering myself’ had made a difference.
As far as jobs go, it’s made things worse.
After applying for forty jobs, I got one interview. I found out today, that I didn’t even make the shortlist. Continue reading “A New Ladder”