Month: December 2014

Twenty Four

3 months into graduation, I was panicking. I remember sitting down at the Arts canteen with two of my friends lamenting about our slim chances of getting employed at a good company with our “tissue-paper” degrees. Both of my friends had more hope than I did, armed with economics and business degrees, they could at the very least join a bank. I on the other hand, had on the previous night interviewed for a role at an 4A advertising agency like most of my “Communications and New Media Studies” peers. They told me my starting salary would be $1,800 if I was hired and that I was expected to work mostly long hours, 14 minimum a day, without overtime pay. I asked my interviewer what I could expect to learn from him, especially since I would be spending so much time working with him. He looked shocked that someone so low down the chain dared to ask. “Well, (he cleared his throat nervously and continued speaking in a fake american accent) you can learn a …