After walking out of her last permanent job in the summer, Sarah Klymkiw has been on trial at an exciting fashion PR and production agency. But first we revisit another attempted job. They loved me but… Cast your mind back to blog number 23. I had been for an interview to a fantastic model agency based in an old printing yard in uber trendy Shoreditch in November. It was to be my big break into the fashion industry as I know it. Yet despite the interview going really well, I didn’t get the job. My agent reassured me that they loved me but they went with another candidate who had more relevant experience. Story of my career life so far! So instead I arrived at the PR and production agency.
The three months that have followed have left me emotionally drained. The on/off promises of a permanent job, the handing over a calculation of a salary - was this a sign of something to come? Was I coming or going? The endSo my final day arrived. Considering that they only had initial intentions of employing me for two weeks, the thoughts of being ‘lucky’ in the light of being asked back every week for three months became overshadowed by talks with my boss who wished to employ me and was gutted to lose me. We went for a coffee and discussed the future plans of her business and how I could fit into these plans. And then we had a meeting in the local pub to discuss the salary she was offering if I was able to ‘lie-low’ for a few weeks until work picked up. She assured me that in a few weeks’ time she would have some clarity regarding her current working relations and everyone’s role within the office would be clearer and vastly improved. That after the shows in New York, London, Paris and Milan were over, she predicted more work would come in and therefore she could justify another salary. She said that she wanted me to be her right hand person, her support, because she felt like she could trust me. She asked me to trust her and I did. And then I got the call. The phone call I had worked so hard and gave my all and it boiled down to the uncontrollable fact that, although my hard work was recognised and needed, they couldn’t afford to keep me and pay off my agent’s releasing fee. But the glimmer of hope that in a few weeks’ time I would receive a call and be back at work, a place I truly loved going to every day and working for a boss I respected and admired, came to an end when my agent called me. The model agency wanted to see me again. The candidate they offered the job to hadn’t worked out and so they wanted to see me again. I had promised my boss that I would keep her informed of jobs and interviews, and not one to break my word, told her of my interview the following day. As I shut down my computer for the last time she asked if she could take me to lunch before my interview. As I walked to the pub to meet my now former boss I had an inkling of what was to come. She told me that she’d wished she’d met me before and she’d wished things were different but one of their photographers had been pulled from a big job in Cape Town and so a few weeks of lying low would now be at least a month. And then the inevitable, she told me that if I was offered the job at the model agency, then I should take it. I was offered the job and I did. | 
