I Used to Have a Dream Job
I had a dream job in my twenties. I didn’t particularly seek out this vocation. I had graduated from university and was in a contract job in a language department of a tertiary institution. I was happy there, but it wasn’t a permanent job.
The path to the dream job started with a small ad. My mum cut it out of the newspaper and encouraged me to go for it.
I was 21. I never expected to get the job as I have zero medical knowledge. Something I thought would be a requirement. But it wasn’t, and my BA with a major in English actually helped. There was some writing and corporate communications involved.
I came to work innocent, full of energy and raring to go. I wasn’t disappointed and my expectations were exceeded. And it had nothing to do with salary which was slightly below average for a graduate with just a little bit of work experience.
My dream job was located in a hospital. The main part of my work involved the organisation of medical conferences and workshops. There was never a boring or humdrum day at work and I was constantly challenged. It was exciting from the get go. The World Health Organisation and other non governmental groups were involved and it was exciting work.
The colleagues I worked with became friends and were genuinely supportive kind people. I’m sad to say that life happened…
