LinkedIn Trauma

So, we’re really talking about this. What can I say? Adulting and LinkedIn go hand in hand. If you’ve never had to come on this site, trust me, you are blessed. But why do I call it trauma? Isn’t it just a site where professionals connect and search for jobs? Well, to sum it up. Yes. But we rarely talk about the effort, the time, and the energy that job hunting takes. As I mentioned in my previous blog, I had it all very easy at first, the opportunities, the work, but soon it all started to fade. My other option? Ask my people for work? Nahh, I won't do that. So what? LinkedIn, and other 100 sites. Many people find jobs here, and I will too.

Now here's the thing, this is my experience, raw and real. Your destination might be different, but here's the thing: all of our paths are almost the same. 

Okay, so ready. LinkedIn signed up. #opentowork Set. Jobs section on. Search for a job. 

Director in films. You mean the director of XYZ bank? No. Director in Films. 

"Ohh, you mean Director of XYZ company?" Okay, let’s change it up. Search: Assistant Director. 

"Ah, you mean Assistant to the Director of a company?" …You get the gist. LinkedIn wasn’t built for me. But contacts might help.

I never wanted to take favors or ask for help, but some close ones did try to help. Still no luck. I am grateful they tried, maybe they did, but it didn't worked out. So I did the next big thing, I switched my role to a writer. Finding a writing job would be easier, right? Or so I thought. I tried for a month or two. Yes, a month or two just looking for a job/internship. And job hunting comes at a cost: People staring at you with hope, Constant rejection, and worse than rejection, Constant silence. I stopped. Yes, I said, fuck this. But haha life fucks us harder. My plans, my vision had no route, just an idea of a destination. But Laksh doesn’t give up. I tried again. And this time, I really did. For one week, every single day, I sat in front of my laptop and tried it all. But guess what? Absolute silence. Maybe I wasn’t capable enough. But does that mean I should give up? Maybe. But in adulting, that’s never an option. You can’t give up. No matter what. 

Tring Tring, Tring Tring. 

Hey, will you be our Copywriter Intern?

Well, yes. 

Tring Tring, Tring Tring.

Hey, will you be our Content Executive? 

Well, I’ll let you know.

Tring Tring, Tring Tring.

"Hey, will you be our Account Planner?"

Well, I’ll let you know. Etc. etc. 

They say, in the end, everything falls into place. Well, it did. After a month of silence, after losing hope multiple times, I was offered four jobs/internships, all in just two days. I felt happy, but now I had a new problem: What do I choose? And wait, hadn’t I already said yes to the first one? But the other job was paying more than double. Well, well, well this adulting never ends. So, what did I finally do? Took the high-paying job, obviously? Nope. I chose the Copywriter role. You ask me why? Tbh, I don’t know. Maybe I wanted to experiment. Maybe I didn’t want to go back on my word after saying yes. Maybe I left it up to Bollywood logic. Many maybes.

But one thing I know for sure, In adulting, you can lose hope many times, but you can’t stop trying. And by the end of it, you realize No, you weren’t weak. No, you weren’t incapable. Not landing a job or getting everything you want? That’s just a part of adulting. You better fight for it. And no, I haven’t figured it all out yet. 

But I know one thing,

"Giving it your all is taking you somewhere"