Unlike myself, my sister always had direction. At the tender age of thirteen, my sister had already work-shadowed a very popular radio personality. That's eighth grade people. However, my sister later discovered that it would be more beneficial to the rest of the world for her to also be seen as opposed to just heard, she, being one of the vainest people that I know. And I say that with the utmost of love. But I must agree, her personality is infectious and she has always had face for TV.
She attended the highly prestigious New York University, where she majored in Broadcast Journalism and Communications. She then went on to grad-school and excelled in Media Arts. After an extensive stint in higher education, my sister was ready and poised to take the world by storm. She immediately looked to New York and the many media opportunities that it offered. Through her networks that she acquired during her interning days, she fortunately got a position at a leading music channel. However, the job was not exactly what she went to school for. But it was a foot in the door. And this music channel was not any ordinary music channel. People killed to work there. You could be in Timbuktu, mention this channel and everyone would know exactly what you are taking about. And my sister believed that if she wanted to be the best she had to work with the best.
But after four years of working for the channel of her dreams, she is very far from happy. She had to admit that she simply accepted her first job because she wanted to be associated with the name. It is a daily grind in a completely stressful and thankless environment. She gave up offers to work for other organizations that actually dealt with what she wanted to do, reason being that nobody ever heard of them. Was this wise? I am certain that with her current job on her resume, it will be more than easy for her to land another position someplace else. But she feels as if she has wasted her time doing something hardly related to her field of study. Years where she could have honed her craft, were spent lingering in limbo. And she did it all for a name. So the moral of this story is: never rule out the little guy. They may lead you to your dream job faster than you think.