The Crossroads Of (Potential) Doom
Today was amazing. I spent the whole day in london, spoke wih a designer, saw a Duchess and bumped into Mary Quant whilst perusing Dolce & Gabanna in Joseph.
I also got an interview for a biopharmaceutical company that will be tomorrow at 11am.
Gah. I can’t stick to both tracks at once, which means that my life choices consist of:
1. Living in abject poverty doing a job that any design student would gladly give both legs, arms, eyes and soul for, whilst simultaneously mingling with the high aristocracy and occasionally royalty.
2. Living on a guaranteed salary with a full set of big-company perks doing a job that although I am qualified for may kill me through boredom and/or regrets.
In my favour, I am young and can afford to make mistakes at this stage in my life, but unfortunately my degree subject is such that it has a limited shelf life and in a few years all I’ve learnt will be irrelevant – so if i don’t get in now I may not have the chance again. On the other hand, opportunities in fashion like this one are rarer than rocking-horse poop and I would probably qualify for severe mental retardation if I let it go by. The real question is, what do I value more, security or passion, especially when it’s all or nothing.
I’m tending towards the design at the moment, there is a little voice urging me to tell them to stick their 20k/annum graduate salary where the sun doesn’t shine. But then the other little voice wants a house and a car and a comfortable life.
And so I sit at the crossroads in something of a dilemma