Thursday was a busy day for me. I handed in my first university assignment and I had to do a mock NCTJ exam in my multi-media reporting class. Once the class was over, all of us MA Journalism students did what journalists do best.
We hit the pub.
Fast-forward two hours and it was 6pm. I was chatting away after a number of pints of Fosters and then suddenly my phone started ringing.
I looked at my screen at it was an unknown. I didn't answer rationing that if it was important then the caller would leave a voice-mail.
To my surprise the caller had left a voice-mail. I popped in my headphones and listened to the message.
I took my headphones out and gasped. I pressed the call back option and I walked outside the pub.
The call lasted roughly ten minutes and I can't really much apart from the core details. The reason for that is that I was fairly tipsy at the time.
As you know from reading this blog, I am currently studying for a Master's degree in Journalism. I am paying £5,800 for this privilege.
The call I received was from confectionery giant United Biscuits. They were offering me a sales job worth £28,000 a year.
I applied for their graduate scheme last year when I was unsure what direction my life would take. I reached the penultimate stage but am now considered worthy of a sales role with their company.
In my drunken haze I said I would call back if I wanted to take the offer but I've yet to.
Essentially, I have turned down £28,000 to give a university £5,800 instead. Am I mad?