When I finished University last June, I was told I’d be fine. I already had a job interview scheduled and secured for the following week and I’d worked my arse off for (the majority of) my degree. I’d taken part in plenty of extra-curricular activities and co-edited the University magazine alongside writing my dissertation. I’d pretty much always been employed since the age of 16 and had heaps of experience working with people.
YOU’LL BE FINE, they said.