I woke up this morning with what I was dreading but expected to find. My dreams of a successful future shattered in a few days, the letter proof that I had just missed out on the perfect job for me.

I went to Canada for a year to try and find work, my lack of experience held me back even though I went there to try find some experience. I arrived back home and within days I had landed an interview at a company I had my eyes on for years but had never applied to. This was it, I could see my future ahead of me, it was perfect. Then I hear that half the postgraduates that I knew had applied for the same job and they were meeting with a lot of them. But I kept my hopes up and prepared for the interview.

I find out the first interview was actually two interviews, meeting with both the head of human resources and senior members of engineering. It all goes as well as I can hope, I get along with everyone, the next morning I get a call saying I've been shortlisted to see the MD the following day. Full of confidence I go in there and start to feel at home, chatting and joking with the MD, starting to plan my commute there every day. All is good, but then I don't hear back from them. With each day, it sinks in deeper that I didn't make the mark, its gut wrenching. Everything falls to pieces...And finally today, the hammer lands:

"Further to your recent application and subsequent interviews for the position of Graduate Engineer with XXX, I regret to inform you that you have been unsuccessful on this occasion."