I’ve always known I loved to write and consider myself pretty good at it. In the 5th grade I won a short story contest after I submitted a piece about an acid trip gone bad. Obviously I had never done acid (ew!), but my much older, much more wild, cousin had tried it and described the experience to me so that I wouldn’t be curious. My parents were disturbed by the subject matter, but they were impressed by my “creative juices” and continued to let me write my twisted, adult stories.
Years later I finally discovered magazines. Skipping my homework and ditching my usual mystery novels, I’d lay in bed for hours scouring the glossy pages of CosmoGIRL, Marie Claire and Jane. Still, I never really considered it a possibility that someone actually worked for these magazines until I read one of Atoosa Rubenstein’s monthly columns in Seventeen. Describing how she turned her love of magazines in to a full-time job, she wrote about how she just randomly decided to make do a magazine internship and the rest was history.
Though I still knew nothing about the magazine industry, I enrolled in the Mass Communications department at my small college in Western Massachusetts and set up a concentration in journalism. I took an office assistant position at the school newspaper and wrote mini-movie reviews and covered student government meetings in my spare time. My sophomore year I was promoted to news editor and became editor-in-chief by the fall of my junior year.
I discovered ED2010 at the beginning of my senior year and was shocked and frightened by the amount of people with dreams like mine. Until that point, I had not realized how huge of the magazine market was. Few of the communications majors at my school studied journalism and those who did were more interested in becoming staff reporters at community newspapers than the next editor of Cosmo. Through ED, I learned as much as I could about the magazine industry and worked with the limited resources I had in my small town. During my last semester at school I took two internships, one in the editorial department of a national family magazine that happened to be based twenty minutes from my school, and another as a health reporter for a local daily. I spread myself pretty thin, but I felt like my experience, compared to that of others on the ED2010 message board, was lacking.
After graduation I took an internship at a regional mag based in Boston, which happened to be two hours from my home. Twice a week I commuted in and out of the city, burning gas money but soaking up more editorial and writing experience than I had ever gotten at my previous internships. I spent the rest of my time trying to decide what to do next. I knew I had to move, but didn’t think that I was ready for NYC. After months of deliberation, I packed up and moved to Boston, where I knew of a few regional mags and one national in particular that I had been dying to work at.
I started sending out resumes and writing samples as soon as I got to the city, not necessarily expecting my dream job, but at least a few interviews. After three weeks and twenty-eight resumes I hadn’t gotten any calls, let alone interviews, and my bank account was draining fast. I picked up a receptionist job to pay the bills and freelanced for a Boston daily at night. I thought I finally caught a break when I was offered a position at an international marketing company right outside of the city. It wasn’t a publication but I’d be doing all the editorial stuff, proofing, writing reports and publishing a company newsletter, and I thought it’d look better on my resume than “receptionist.” Plus, the pay was great, the commute fast and the dress code business casual (as opposed to my uptight reception gig where I had to wear a black suit every day). I took the position, eager to learn and excited at the thought of much more responsibility. I even moved out of my apartment in the city, where safety was becoming an issue, to be closer to my new job. I thought I was settled, not necessarily forever, but at least for a couple of years.
It only took me one day to realize that my dream job was not such a fairy tale after all. Instead of editing reports, I found myself answering phones again and staring at a blank computer screen all day, just waiting for someone to give me something to do. I had never felt so unimportant and useless. Still, with no other job prospects, there wasn’t much I could do, so I decided to stay and have been there for a little over three weeks now. When I heard that Ed was looking for a new Girl On The Hunt, I was excited for an opportunity to write and share my search with others, but a little sad that I was even in the position to do so.
So here I am again, searching for that perfect job. I love the company I work for, and the people are great, but the position itself is less than inspiring. The only good thing about having little to no responsibility is that I’m able to devote most of my day to the job search. Unfortunately, being in a smaller city with fewer prospects has made the process so difficult! Aside from the staff at my last internship, I basically have no mag contacts here and I definitely don’t know anyone nearby who is going through the same thing. I’m sure it’s just as hard in NYC, but it’s beginning to feel a little lonely out here in Beantown…
<3 Ed’s Girl On The Hunt