So I’ll be moving in a few weeks and I’m trying to explain to my parents the importance of having a TV in my room.
Watching TV for me is like therapy. For two hours a day, six when I was unemployed, I was transported to another land. A land of Kardashians, Mob Wives and Duck Dynasty. I forgot my troubles of being a 22 year old unemployed college graduate who was in $30,000 worth of debt and no way to pay it back (thanks so mom and dad it’s now down to $27,000, yay!). When you’re watching TV time stands still and it moves forward, your mind is still but it’s also running at 1,000 miles an hour. There’s nothing like snuggling up in bed, fixing yourself a delicious snack, settling into a neck pillow and having a four hour Law and Order: SVU marathon for an entire afternoon.
Going out. Just the phrase going out make me want to put on footie pajamas, my biggest pair of underwear and watch a thousand episodes of Downtown Abbey. I was first introduced to the idea of going out at the tender age of 16 while spending my school year abroad in Zaragoza, Spain, and I couldn’t get enough, so much so that for the next six years it was my livelihood. However, this all came to a screeching halt the second Father McShane handed me my diploma and I moved back home. Fast forward and things still haven’t changed. A miniskirt hasn’t hit my flesh in one fiscal year, and I couldn’t be happier.
Gone are the days of wobbling around in 4-inch heels, piling on five layers of mascara and taming my hair. My Friday and Saturday nights are now consumed with eating unhealthy amounts of ice cream, browsing tumblr and thinking about how nice it is, that I’m not going out.
The only thing I hate more than the senseless and heartless killing of dolphins off of the Japanese coast is my job. Hating your job is a full-time job, besides the job you have. It’s truly exhausting to spend 8 hours a day doing something you hate, and by doing something you hate I mean not doing anything at all. I didn’t spend four years in high school and another four years in college to deliver your mail for an hour in the morning and then sit around for another seven. I also did not spend [my parents did not spend] over $100,000 on my education just to I could make $10/hr and not be able to live on my own (and not be able to pay back my loans…sorry mom). I don’t mean to sound ungrateful because I know these days a job is hard to come by, but honestly. I REALLY hate my job.
So you’ve put out 20 or 85 resumes and you’ve finally heard back from someone! yay! It’s probably been so long that you’ve forgotten what companies you’ve applied to. You’re excited! Gone are the days of lounging around the house all day, watching all your favorite TV shows, eating endless amounts of Frosted Cheerios at 2:30 pm, and having casual lunches with friends at 4. Finally you’ve entered the real world, you have a bedtime, you have a desk, a computer, a phone, and if you’re lucky a time sheet. Then, after a week, you realize it sucks.
Working is terrible.
I hate waking up early, I hate answering the phone, I hate driving to work, I hate punching in on a time card, I hate having to smile at co-workers at 8:30 in the morning and I especially hate having to put on pants, every.single.day.
You think work life is filled with happy hours, flirting with co-workers, and cute work clothes. You’ll finally be able to save up enough money to buy that fabulous blazer from Zara or those casual nude pumps from Steve Madden, until you see your paycheck and realize that $10 an hour is actually $7 an hour….thank you, taxes.
“I really value my sleep”.
A motto I live my life by. In high school I would hit the hay at the tender hour of 9:30 p.m. in order to get my necessary nine hours. Four years later my life has come full circle and my bedtime has once again been moved to 9 p.m. After seeing what 10 p.m., 11 p.m. and sometimes 2 a.m. had to offer (during my unemployed days), I really do prefer to go down with the sun. For some of us, who live at home, it might be a shock to see that although your parents like to get in bed before the sun sets, they also like to get up before it rises. Really, what is going on at 5 a.m. that involves pots and pans that cannot be done at 7a.m? Is it really necessary to yell at the dog at 4:30 a.m? perhaps you could write him a nice quiet letter instead, and who knew my father had taken up marching? an activity that begins at 6 a.m.
“Oh man, you know I’m just applying for a job”
“Yea, I’m out here trying to get this money”
” I’m just doing some job hunting”
Applying for a job is a never-ending saga. There are so many job sites and a seemingly endless list of jobs posted. My question is, who is getting hired for these jobs? And where are they located? No one I know is working at any of them. I’m certainly not working at any of them. What’s going on?
The other day my dad suggested I print out my resume and go to a radio station to try and find a job. Unfortunately for both of us, this isn’t 1982 and most companies have a little thing I like to call security that prevents people from barging in and demanding to speak to the president of the company.
Everything is digital, applying for jobs consists of trolling job sites like indeed, media bistro and monster.com. It sucks
It sucks because you know your resume will most likely never see the light of day. You’ll get one of those automated email responses like: ” Thank you for applying to this position. If we are interested in moving forward with the application process, someone will be in contact with you”.
Please let me help ease you’re nerves while your waiting, you won’t hear from them. IF you’re lucky you might get the generic “We regret to inform you that you have not been selected for this position, please continue to check our website for future opportunities”.
You’ll check back, reapply and the whole cycle will repeat itself.