8 days to 2008
Eight more days to the auspicious fatt-choy year, and while surfing ThreeThousand.com.au to get myself immersed in Melbourne's subcultures, I decided to blog about the catch-22 situation I find myself in.
Jenny-fucious says: If you have no relevant work experience, you can't and won't get a good-paying big-company job. But if nobody gives you any decent job, you don't get work experience at all. So herein I have applied for a CNBC Asia job in the news production studio located in sunny Singapore, and researched about it, and interviewed for it, and did a writing test, and spoken to the bosses, and gotten an offer, and rejected it.
Yes, you heard right. You read right. I rejected a permanent staff position from the mecca of business broadcasting. I played a poker game with my career and chose to fold my hand. Any other journalism noob/newbie will be dropping everything at once and jumping like a jackrabbit and booking business class airtickets and packing their Samsonite bags and bragging to other graduates about this job offer that will potentially pave the ground for an juicy journalism career for the next 5 years.
But me -- the perpetual idealist, the goldmine rusher, the risk-taker, the poker-folder -- has decided to go against the odds with the wind sock not in her favour, to attempt to look for employment and sponsorship in Australia while hoping against hope, wishing against wishes (?), thinking against think (??).
But hey, this situation has made it extremely easy for me making new year resolutions for 2008. There is only one: get a Aussie J-O-B. And no, nothing to do with gigantic white phallic symbols.
Anyway, Confucius said: "Woman who finds job at crystal ball company will make a fortune."
Jenny-fucious says: If you have no relevant work experience, you can't and won't get a good-paying big-company job. But if nobody gives you any decent job, you don't get work experience at all. So herein I have applied for a CNBC Asia job in the news production studio located in sunny Singapore, and researched about it, and interviewed for it, and did a writing test, and spoken to the bosses, and gotten an offer, and rejected it.
Yes, you heard right. You read right. I rejected a permanent staff position from the mecca of business broadcasting. I played a poker game with my career and chose to fold my hand. Any other journalism noob/newbie will be dropping everything at once and jumping like a jackrabbit and booking business class airtickets and packing their Samsonite bags and bragging to other graduates about this job offer that will potentially pave the ground for an juicy journalism career for the next 5 years.
But me -- the perpetual idealist, the goldmine rusher, the risk-taker, the poker-folder -- has decided to go against the odds with the wind sock not in her favour, to attempt to look for employment and sponsorship in Australia while hoping against hope, wishing against wishes (?), thinking against think (??).
But hey, this situation has made it extremely easy for me making new year resolutions for 2008. There is only one: get a Aussie J-O-B. And no, nothing to do with gigantic white phallic symbols.
Anyway, Confucius said: "Woman who finds job at crystal ball company will make a fortune."
