Post Grad Problems
I thought that it would only be fitting for my very first post to be about my most recent dilemma. Now, I don't know if it was the impending "that time of the month", or a serious quarter life crisis that caused me to make the most impulsive decision of my life, but regardless of the reason, it happened anyways. It all started about a week ago when I was scouring the Pinterest boards, as per my usual lunch break routine, when I came across a quote. It was one of those quotes that aren't really that profound but they are strategically placed over a picture of a sunset or breaching Orca whales or something so they seem deeper. But I digress; the quote in question was something like "If it doesn't challenge you, it doesn't change you". Again, I'm not entirely sure why this quote in particular resonated so deeply with me. It was probably the Orcas. Nevertheless it struck me. It struck me so hard, like a two-by-four to the back of the head, that I marched right in to my boss (actually my assistant mananger, I have a problem with authority) and quit my job. Ok, I didn't actually quit my job. But I did give my two weeks notice. Ok three weeks notice. I marched out of work that night feeling so empowered and so overly proud of myself that I'm pretty positive my head grew three sizes that day. You might now be thinking "oh wow she probably found an awesome job at some awesome fashion company". You would be wrong. As of March 15 I will be utterly unemployed.
Since realizing this little glitch in my seemingly "wise" plan, I have been trolling the internet for jobs all across the continental U.S. I even have considered moving overseas to teach children english. But then I realized a major flaw in my plan I hate children and I hate flying. So that idea was promptly squashed. So alas, I find myself in a sort of post-grad limbo. Like Dante's Inferno status limbo. Scary, right? If you disagree then you're probably the person that wants to live on a beach on some remote island where you can live off of coconuts and not shower for a month. I am not that person. I have far too many shoes for that.
So here I am, at the birth place of my "blog", since that's like the thing now. Only unfortunately I'll probably only remember to post anything if I think of something really witty while brushing my teeth or something hysterical happens in my unemployment. Cheers.
