Ever since I can remember, I had what my parents liked to call my “career of the day.” Much to their amusement, I would find myself switching from dream job to dream job as quickly as day turned into night. Although they frequently found my “career of the day” quite silly, my younger, naïve self often believed the job I had set my heart on for the day would grow into my lifelong occupation. Sadly, I could not have been more wrong or far-fetched in my career choices. Little did I know my pursuit of ballet would come to an abrupt halt due to a lack of grace and my gangly composure as a child. Or that my longing to be the next Legally Blonde would never come true because, let’s be realistic, no one but Elle Woods can solve a court case based on pure cosmetic knowledge all while wearing a completely pink outfit. At the age of 16, though, I knew I had finally settled upon a career to last me a lifetime: nursing. However, I quickly learned while volunteering at Baptist Hospital that my dreams clashed with a cold reality.
On my very first day of work in the neonatal intensive care unit, I was asked to sit in on a Caesarean section. No longer than two minutes into the procedure, I lay on the cold tile floor of the ER with my right arm pinned abnormally underneath my body. Apparently, Grey’s Anatomy did not prepare my squeamish stomach for the operation at hand, and I saw my future in nursing go down the drain. Upset and unsure of what to do with my life, I spent countless nights lying awake worrying about my future. Anybody that knows me truly well knows I am the type of person who likes to have her life in order, especially when it comes to career choices.
At last, I finally stumbled upon the career I wanted to pursue: public relations. All arrows seemed to point towards public relations. Not only do I enjoy networking with others, but I actually volunteer in the public relations department of a local, nonprofit organization, the Julie Rogers “Gift of Life” Program. The experience I possess and the passion I am already feeling about my future career tells me I am making the right choice with public relations.
In a perfect world, my first day volunteering at Baptist Hospital in the NICU would neither have abruptly ended with me fainting during a C-section, nor would my dreams of nursing have died. But without fainting in the NICU, I never would have realized exactly how public relations is the perfect job for me. Public relations will give me the chance to touch and change many different people’s lives just as my experience at Baptist Hospital changed mine. Thankfully, the “career of the day” girl is gone because she finally discovered her place in this world.
This blog post was written by Maret Montanari. She is in the account services department in Capstone Agency.