A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about how my dream job denied me.
There’s always that one job or company that we fantasize about working for. For me, it’s been BuzzFeed. Since I began to actually publish my writings over a year ago while studying in Australia, I slowly began to feel more and more confused about my future as a PR professional.
By the time I graduated from college and began working at a PR firm, my confusion turned into angst about a future spent doing something I felt mediocre about. The highlight of my days and weeks continuously reflected the number of ideas I had for new community posts on BuzzFeed. I would wake up at 5 a.m. to ensure that I was able to scour the thousands of GIFs on the internet to find the perfect ones for my post. I would obsessively check and recheck my email to see if I had been promoted to the front page. I lived and breathed to create these posts for people. I got a high from being able to connect with people. I lived for people sharing the article and saying, “This is SO me!”
One desolate day at work, I was doing the usual. Completing tasks, feeling confused as hell, and contemplating my next post. It suddenly dawned on me that BuzzFeed, like any other company, hires people. So I found their careers website and applied for a fellowship position.
I essentially forgot that I had even applied when two months later, I got an email.I thought it was a joke at first. Someone from BuzzFeed wanted to interview ME?
It wasn’t a joke. I had the interview. It went brilliantly. Better than I imagined. Except for the part of the interview when they asked me to tell them something weird about myself and I stuttered something about how I name my cats after Harry Potter characters and spells.
I thought I had it. I thought I had finally found my dream. I was already imagining my life in LA. I was dreaming about seeing my old professor, the one that told me writing wasn’t for me, and telling her about it. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE IN ME NOW, RIGHT?
Then I got the email. I didn’t get it. I wasn’t the right fit, and someone else out there was. I was devastated. I felt helpless, useless, and scared. I felt like I had been running for months and had finally found a way off the track. But I hadn’t. I was back on the track.
It took me about 3 hours to realize I couldn’t give up that easily. If they didn’t think I was ready yet, I would just work harder. I would just create more posts and better myself.
As I was scouring the careers page that very same day, I came across a listing for a Travel Intern. This person has to be obsessed with travel, writing about travel, and have a serious case of wanderlust. They have to be willing to move to LA. I mean, WRITING ABOUT TRAVEL?!
I mean the description was a definition for LARA PARKER. I applied.
8 hours later, I had a request to interview. And a month later, I had a job offer.
I have a 3 month internship in LA with BuzzFeed. And I move very soon. Although it isn’t a full time position YET…there’s a chance it will turn into one. And if I have anything to say about it, it will.
I think that I’ve always given up too easily. I think that I’ve viewed a “no” as a “never.” And that’s not the case.
I knew it was a long shot. I knew there were hundreds, maybe thousands of other people applying for this same position. But I also knew that I couldn’t give up that easily. I couldn’t let my dream float away from me.
I knew it might take months, maybe even years. But I once saw this quote that really stuck with me.
“Never give up on a dream just because of the amount of time it might take to accomplish. That time will pass anyway.”