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5 Lessons My First Job Taught Me
At the beginning of February 2020, I started my first real job ever at Oxfam Novib (the Dutch affiliate of the international Oxfam organization). I have always wanted to work for an NGO (non-governmental organization) so this job was perfect to kickstart my career. I was offered a Marketing & Communication internship there from February to June.
3 Lessons I Have Learned From A Week of Working From 10 AM to 11 PM
Everyone must have experienced being part of a short project when you only have three to six months to prepare and you have to go all-in for one hectic week to reach the end. Be it a singing competition, an exam, or a contest.
3 Times I Was A Jerk During My Teenage Years
I have heard from some people that they never regret anything in their lives, as everything that has happened has led them to who they are at the present. While that premise is solid, I'd argue that it's a coping mechanism for some to not let regret drown them.
4 Lessons I Have Learned After Two Months of Being Head of Content
Doing a great job at work and minding your own business is one thing. Managing other people is a whole different story. I’m good at excelling at my expertise. I’m good at following instructions. I’m good at doing well on my own. Taking the lead? Not so much.
My First Trip during COVID-19 to Porto, Portugal
About one year ago, I landed in Porto, Portugal after eight months of staying put. The lockdown was starting to be lifted and people were traveling cautiously. I already had handed in my thesis so I took the chance to blow off some steam and boarded the earliest flight to Porto.
Getting Your Dream Job In Your 20s Is Not Ideal
“What would you like to do when you grow up?” What a burning question whose answer is still to be found by people in their 20s.
I Would Do Anything To Not Ask For Help
From a young age, I was taught to be independent. My mother, who also hates asking for help, kept reminding me that while lending other people a helping hand is necessary, I should refrain from asking for their support as much as possible. I grew up thinking that if I could do anything myself, I would never reach out for help.
The Aftermath of Friendship Breakups
I can't quite describe what happened in detail. Right after we decided that we were done, I erased everything that remotely related to our friendships. I blocked their numbers and social media accounts. I deleted our chat history. I threw out the journal that was my emotional support after our fights (it's actually not a fight since it was them attacking me verbally and I just sat there taking it in passively). Every evidence that showed how close we used to be was discarded: photos, videos, gifts. The first time was painful and long. The second got shorter but not in the least, any less torturous. How could it be gut-wrenching when you ended a relationship you thought would be long-lasting?