Truth be told, I am slowly losing my mind. A year after college graduation, and I have had absolutely no success in landing a full time job. I am currently $43,000 in debt with student loans, give or take, which at its height was around $48,000. Last year after graduation, I spent the summer applying to anything from entry level business positions with large corporations to small nonprofit offices. Anything that was full time with benefits. I received one telephone interview from Target's corporate office in Minnesota, which did not result in an in person interview.
One. Phone call.
By this time, it was late July. I had moved back in with my parents to the middle of Nowhere, Minnesota, and I didn't even have a part time job to show for my efforts. Countless hours, and all it resulted in was one telephone interview. I rarely even received messages saying my application had been rejected in favor of other applicants. To say I was--and still am--jaded, depressed, bitter, angry, and pessimistic is an understatement.
With my savings account not growing any larger, I decided it was time to at least get something in town in order to save up some money in the event I had to move somewhere. I ended up as a waitress in town, whose clientele shall we say was less than tolerable. I managed to grin and bear it for ten months before I handed in my two weeks. At the time, I was anticipating teaching English in South Korea.
While that opportunity is still a possibility, I have pushed it to the side in order to try my hand, once again, at finding a "big girl" job. I'm hoping to use this tool as an organizational tool, and also maybe to keep myself accountable to "readers" if any of them ever show up and stick around. Maybe some networking, if I'm lucky, and hey maybe even a job before I die!
Tomorrow starts the process of searching, revising resumes, writing cover letters, and finally hitting "send." Please hold while your blog author attempts to gather enthusiasm.
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"My banker said I'd have loans until I was 47. 'Forty-seven?' I said, 'Let's aim for dead.'"
CollegeHumor's "A Real Grad School Ad."
One. Phone call.
By this time, it was late July. I had moved back in with my parents to the middle of Nowhere, Minnesota, and I didn't even have a part time job to show for my efforts. Countless hours, and all it resulted in was one telephone interview. I rarely even received messages saying my application had been rejected in favor of other applicants. To say I was--and still am--jaded, depressed, bitter, angry, and pessimistic is an understatement.
With my savings account not growing any larger, I decided it was time to at least get something in town in order to save up some money in the event I had to move somewhere. I ended up as a waitress in town, whose clientele shall we say was less than tolerable. I managed to grin and bear it for ten months before I handed in my two weeks. At the time, I was anticipating teaching English in South Korea.
While that opportunity is still a possibility, I have pushed it to the side in order to try my hand, once again, at finding a "big girl" job. I'm hoping to use this tool as an organizational tool, and also maybe to keep myself accountable to "readers" if any of them ever show up and stick around. Maybe some networking, if I'm lucky, and hey maybe even a job before I die!
Tomorrow starts the process of searching, revising resumes, writing cover letters, and finally hitting "send." Please hold while your blog author attempts to gather enthusiasm.
--
"My banker said I'd have loans until I was 47. 'Forty-seven?' I said, 'Let's aim for dead.'"
CollegeHumor's "A Real Grad School Ad."
Keep it up, Karin. I won't say more than that, because I know it does no good. I hate when people tell me, "Oh, you'll find something!" because I know they have no fucking clue what it's like out there right now. Besides, most of the people who tell me that are 50-something douches who probably voted for the fuckmuffins who got us into this mess.
ReplyDeleteStill, perhaps someday, things won't suck so bad. <3