I am writing in regards to your mandatory movement forward, and your demand for me to get a job. Although college was a great experience, I fully understand that good things must come to an end, and that we all must grow up. However, I would like to point out that although you have thrown me into a position where I must get a job to survive, it is almost impossible to actually get one. I am inquiring a break, if possible, some sort of divine intervention to give me the kick start I need to move on in my life.
Much appreciated,
Kelleigh
Yup, this real world thing is killing me. I want a job, and lord knows I've been searching for one, but the truth is no one is hiring! Either that, or every writing position involves a minimum of five years experience something I do NOT have. And clearly, that is not my fault, because if i could have five years experience, I would. i would have just had to either been born earlier, or skipped out on the college thing.
I'm going crazy here at home. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, they are some of the most wonderful people in my life, but I need my own place, I need my own routine, i need to be out on my own.
What frustrates me is that I have nothing to do. Last week I spent half of my graduation money buying outfits for job interviews (and I still have yet to wear them.) I need a hobby, something to do that is not only cheap, but time consuming and rewarding. The yoga thing is getting better. I managed to complete a full 60 minute work out with little space out moments and only minor discomfort from my lack of flexibility.
My mom suggested I decoupage a table with all my photos. So that may be my project for next week: find a table and decorate it. But then what? Maybe I'll decoupage my entire room. Maybe I'll take a class. I've always wanted to learn how to fence, or play guitar. I could finally use my free six weeks of guitar lessons I got when my parents bought me a guitar at 16. Maybe I'll apply for a part time job. I need money, and writing for the Landmark is more career-oriented, but at $36 an hour it doesn't pay the bills. I'm sure I could get a job at a deli again. Or waitress.
I'm rambling, my apologies. This is just so frustrating. I've been gone a week and some change, and I feel like I've failed because I don't have a job yet. I hate this. But maybe this struggle will build character. Maybe this is part of the plan, of how I will rise to become a famous writer. Or maybe I'm destined to work a million jobs for little to no pay.
I have the karma chips saved up for something good to happen, so let's cash them in.
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