Well, it’s becoming clear to me that I’m not going to be getting a job in the writing field any time soon. So the next question for me is, where do I go from here? Where do I belong? I’ve done a little of everything and am not particularly interested in revisiting any of those areas. I enjoyed my jobs at the time, but I’m ready for something new.
I spent all day looking for jobs… well, dying my hair and looking for jobs. I had big plans to go to the park and read all day, but I guilted myself into doing something that would make my dad proud. And, of course, I had to balance out that terrible tediousness by changing up my hair color. My random act of defiance as I throw resumes at a thousand jobs I’ll never hear from.
This is becoming the never-ending process. I’ve never had this much difficulty accomplishing anything in my whole life and I’m starting to think that there is something wrong with me. Maybe it’s life telling me I should be spending my time looking for a sugar daddy.
Yes, I’ve been out of college quite a few years. Yes, I’m older than most of those looking for entry-level jobs. Yes, my experience is kind of all over the place. But I know I possess the knowledge and ability to do just about anything that’s asked of me. I actually like to learn and try new things. I’ve also lived a pretty good life, traveled, and worked plenty of different jobs that has given me a unique perspective. But most employers won’t ever know since they probably aren’t even opening my resume due to the job market being such a disaster. It seems millions of people are applying to the same ten jobs.
But that’s OK. Their loss.
… That is, until I’m down to my last dollar and I’m begging Rite Aid to hire me.
(OK. Between the bleach, hair dye and seven hours of job searching my brain is absolutely fried. Time to play The Sims 3 and live vicariously through some silly video game.)
-xo
SimonAndRoni 
It sounds like me when I get frustrated with this or that, I change up my hair. Hey, maybe you should try bartending for a while like I did to mix it up, and it’ll give you some new fodder to write about. Just a thought. 😉
I toy with that idea a lot, but since I’ve gotten older I find that the only way I can say up until 4am is if I’m actually blind drunk myself!
Umm…I did both! Which is probably why my old boss currently doesn’t allow drinking on the job. Me and the other bartender ruined it for everyone! Ha..ha.. At the time though, my drinking was almost encouraged. The more booze I drank and pool I shot while tending bar, the more the money-maker came out of me. I had to quit though. The old man and I were newly dating at the time, and he made it clear that I was a lush. My bad! Moved me to the country in the middle of nowhere, and the rest is history. For a time though, life rocked! Ain’t nothing better than getting paid to drink, shoot 8-ball, listen to great tunes on the jukebox, and visit with your friends every night! I had a nice run till I was 41. (Hey, that rhymed!)
I’m prone to the ‘black-out’ so working super drunk would probably end my bartending career faster than it started! It does sound like a fun time though, maybe I should find a happy meduim.