As I got home to my tiny flat， smelling like 1）booze from the late bar 2）shift， I felt tired. Surely there was more to life than this. Although I didnt have a university degree， I knew I was smart and talented. So why was I buried at the bottom of the employment ladder， unable to climb onto the first 3）rung？
I always enjoyed school. I liked seeing my friends and enjoyed learning. I especially loved art and my teachers always 4）commented on my paintings， saying how talented I was.
School flew by and， before I knew it， everyone had to decide whether to go to university. To me it was a 5）no-brainer. I wasnt going. Although my grades at sixth form注 were okay， being stuck at school for another three years， 6）mounting a huge debt， was not an attractive 7）prospect. So I took a bar job instead while I decided what to do.
I took up various jobs in pubs and clubs， and was able to fund myself to live independently—although it was in no way 8）glamorous. I could barely pay 9）rent and couldnt afford heating in the winter—even when it was freezing. I even sold some of my favorite clothes on eBay for a bit of extra cash. I began to 10）resent my friends earning a degree. They were having 11）the time of their lives at uni while I slaved away， washing toilets and pulling beer 12）pumps for 13）minimum wage.
Sometimes I worked a day shift in a restaurant followed by a night shift in a club. At times I found myself crying in the stockroom with exhaustion， and for what？ A horrible little apartment and some spare pocket money. Something had to change.
As I started to look for jobs， I realised just how 14）strained the employment market was. I had no 15）qualifications or experience. I was the lowest on the food chain. I 16）applied for a variety of things， mostly office jobs that I found online， and I got a couple of interviews. But it was much tougher than I thought. Reality hit me hard when one of the managers actually 17）chuckled at my CV during an interview. I felt so 18）humiliated， I went home and cried.
I knew I had to do something different. But what？ Although I hadnt much free time， I still painted whenever I could to escape. I knew my drawings were good， and maybe my childhood dream could become a reality. Then a friend suggested I start 19）promoting my artwork online， so I decided to use the best networking tool in modern society： 脸书. I was aware that it might not work， but I had nothing to lose. I created my own page， uploading about 30 of my pictures. I chose a variety in order to show off my varying abilities.
I started sending 脸书 messages and friend requests to hundreds of London-based companies. I applied on spec to 20）publishers， ad 21）agencies and magazines. Thanks to the 22）immediacy of 脸书， it didnt take long before I started to get 23）replies. Many said they didnt employ 24）freelancers， or had no work at that time， but I also got loads of 25）compliments， which gave me the confidence to keep trying.
Then I received the golden ticket， a job interview with a really cool online T-shirt printing and designing business. I was so nervous about the meeting. I spent hours building up a 26）portfolio and thinking of what to say， but when I got there I was surprised by how 27）informal everything was. The “manager” was sitting on a sofa with a cup of tea and we had more of a chat than an interview. I showed him my work and got the job right there and then. I was dancing all the way home.
I was 29）ecstatic to finally put my drawing talents to use. I do other odd jobs， like editing and promotional work， but mostly I illustrate and design 30）templates for t-shirts. Plus， Im finally getting a 31）decent salary！ Its been a roller coaster journey but， with the help of social networking and a 32）positive attitude， Ive finally got to where I want to be. With determination and the benefits of the Internet， Ive gone from bar 33）bum to 34）high-flying designer. Whos to say you cant do the same？
I bought some oil shares on spec.（我投机买了一些石油股份。）
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