I realize it's self-defeating to think of how much money I would have right now had I accepted my job offer after undergrad and not gone on to grad school only to graduate with loads of debt (a year in Finland partying costs about as much as a 5 series), but I just can't help it.
Here I sit, utterly unemployed despite my best efforts. Okay, I admit I did have a job for a while after grad school but it was a fucking slave factory and because my boss's boss was a dick to him my boss was also a dick to me. So, probably becoming many people's secret hero, I walked into his office and said "I quit and fuck you." Once the awesomeness wore off, of course, I noticed that I wasn't making any money for several months and here I sit still.
Within the next couple of months I will be totally broke if I don't get a job, and it is not exactly very cool to ask grandma for $10,000 all the time when you're 25 years old - and in the meantime let her decorate your apartment and put groceries in it while inexplicably, my roommate, who I have sex with on a daily basis, pays both rent and electricity for both of us. To be fair, she has her own house she rents out which almost makes my existence as a bum acceptable on some level.
It's the sedentary nature of my existence that is driving me out of my mind right now. I go to as many job fairs as possible since I blew some stupid amount of money on a new office wardrobe. I have even covered the clothing and electronics stores at the mall with my applications. There are a few companies that have put me through a few interviews but no word yet.
It is starting to really get me down. I had to sell all of my stock Friday just to be sure that I definitely had enough money to meet my debt payments if I don't get hired by someone soon, and of course I can look forward to receiving a bill from the IRS next year for not reporting that 60% gain in the first four months of this year (yes, I can be awesome sometimes).
If it weren't for my psychiatrist keeping me fairly sedated, I probably would have had a heart attack by now.
Here I sit, utterly unemployed despite my best efforts. Okay, I admit I did have a job for a while after grad school but it was a fucking slave factory and because my boss's boss was a dick to him my boss was also a dick to me. So, probably becoming many people's secret hero, I walked into his office and said "I quit and fuck you." Once the awesomeness wore off, of course, I noticed that I wasn't making any money for several months and here I sit still.
Within the next couple of months I will be totally broke if I don't get a job, and it is not exactly very cool to ask grandma for $10,000 all the time when you're 25 years old - and in the meantime let her decorate your apartment and put groceries in it while inexplicably, my roommate, who I have sex with on a daily basis, pays both rent and electricity for both of us. To be fair, she has her own house she rents out which almost makes my existence as a bum acceptable on some level.
It's the sedentary nature of my existence that is driving me out of my mind right now. I go to as many job fairs as possible since I blew some stupid amount of money on a new office wardrobe. I have even covered the clothing and electronics stores at the mall with my applications. There are a few companies that have put me through a few interviews but no word yet.
It is starting to really get me down. I had to sell all of my stock Friday just to be sure that I definitely had enough money to meet my debt payments if I don't get hired by someone soon, and of course I can look forward to receiving a bill from the IRS next year for not reporting that 60% gain in the first four months of this year (yes, I can be awesome sometimes).
If it weren't for my psychiatrist keeping me fairly sedated, I probably would have had a heart attack by now.
