How I Landed My Dream Job At 22.
Some might call it a prison, others might call it a dead end job. Me personally, well I call it one of the biggest blessings of my life. This is how I landed my dream job at 22 years old in Corporate America.
The day after my college graduation, I loaded up my 2003 Volkswagen Jetta, and I headed west. I made the move with my family all the way from Minnesota for Utah. No job, no friends, and no plan. Just a new opportunity with my family that I didn’t want to pass on. That, and an 18 hour car ride through the treacherous plains of South Dakota and Wyoming.
When I arrived in Utah, I instantly missed home. I missed home so much, that I applied to the only Minnesota based companies that was located in Utah. For some reason, I thought it was going to be full of people like me. People who were young, obviously dumb, and people who were former Minnesotans. Even though it wasn’t full of “former Minnesotans” like I had imagined, I was still lucky enough to get the job. It was a minimum wage paying job, but it was a job that made me happy.
Every day for six months, I got up at 5am and drove down the mountain to work. Truth be told, my job was probably the only reason that I lasted in Utah for six months. After those six months, I decided that I had enough. It was time to move back home.
I came to Minnesota just like I had left. No job, no game plan, but this time, I at least had old friends and a familiar environment. When I got back, I knew that I wanted to stay with the company that I was previously working for in Utah. I went online, applied to every position that I could, and followed up with personal phone calls every single day. Literally, every single day.
After a week or two of disappointment and being shut down, an opening had opened up at the corporate office that was about a half hour drive from my house. Part of me didn’t want to apply because I didn’t want to get my hopes up, and the other part of me said that I have nothing to lose.
To say that I was scared would be an understatement. I was petrified. It would have been my first corporate job, I didn’t feel that I met the qualifications, and I didn’t think that I had the experience that was required. These were the reasonings that I was telling myself not to apply. Basically, I was just selling myself short.
Well, I said screw it, and I applied. If nothing else, I wanted to show how dedicated I was to the company to maybe get a lower scaled job. For the next two weeks, I called every single day just asking for an interview. After two weeks of transferring calls, voicemails, and the occasional “dropped call,” I finally got my chance. I got the interview that I was hoping for.
Leading up to my interview, I did everything that I could to prepare for it. I watched interviews on YouTube, role-played around the house with my family, and did hours of research on the company. The more that time went on, the more dedicated I became. Not only to the job and to the company, but to myself. I knew that this was the job that I wanted.
After another week of waiting, it was time for my interview. I was so excited that I arrived an hour early, and sat impatiently in my car. The nerves and the doubts were starting to creep into my head.
“What the f*** am I doing here? There is no way I am going to get this job. Now, I am only going to look like even more of a failure.” This is what I told myself as I walked into my interview. But I walked in, stuck my chest out to at least look the part, spoke with as much confidence as I could, and I gave it everything that I had.
The interview went well, but I still had mixed emotions. I answered all of the questions, had the knowledge required, but again, I sold myself short nearly every step of the way.
After a few days of waiting around, I couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. It was time to go back to square one. I wanted to do the thing that got me the interview in the first place, annoy them until they give me an answer.
Every single day for the next week, I would call, get transferred, leave voicemails, and occasionally, have my call dropped.
After a week of waiting around, I had lost all hope. I went out on a run to clear my head, and kept asking myself what I was doing with my life. I had just moved cross country (twice) with no job, and no plan. Midway through my run, I broke down and cried. I felt like a disappointment to not only myself, but to my family as well. I was 22 years old with no job and a shit ton of college debt.
After finding the strength to make it back home, I slammed the front door, went to the bathroom, and started to take a shower. I kid you not, as I put the shampoo in my hair, my phone rang. I immediately shut the water off, dried off my ear, and answered. It was the company that I interviewed for.
After a week of waiting and having a breakdown just twenty minutes before, they gave me an answer, and it was the answer that I wanted to hear. They told me that they got all of my voicemails, and my dedication is just what they needed to make their decision. My persistence paid off, and I got the job.
After I hung up the phone, I got dressed, went out in the living room with tears in my eyes, and told my mom the good news(p.s. In case you can’t tell, I am an emotional guy). But these were not tears of disappointment, they were tears of joy. I had done it. I got my first corporate job, but more importantly, I got my first corporate job with the company of my dreams.
The thing that I learned from this process, and the thing that I want everyone to learn is that you can do anything that you desire in life. It doesn’t matter how old you are, or if you have ever had a corporate job before, or any other BS excuse. If you are passionate, if you are willing to work, and if you are dedicated enough, you are capable of achieving your dreams.
That isn’t just with getting a job. That is with everything in life. Whatever it is that you want to do with your life, you are capable. As long as you believe in yourself, show dedication, and show your willingness to work for your dreams, you can and will achieve greatness.
Everyday I wake up blessed. Blessed because I have my dream job, blessed because I am alive, and blessed because I believe in myself. I know that I will achieve my dreams, simply because I have already done it before. By showing persistency and working hard towards my dreams, I landed my dream job at 22. With that same mentality, I now know that I can achieve the rest of my dreams. And so can you!
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