Confessions of a Jobless Graduate:
I’m just your average girl. Average in the sense that I’ve lived in the same mediocre, average sized college town my entire life. Made friends in preschool and solidified those friendships all the way through middle and high school, with the same people. So needless to say, when it came time for my college whereabouts, all I wanted to do was GTFO. Not in like a hostile “I hate this town, BYE” way, but in more of a “I have big dreams for myself” way. Naturally, when you have all those dreams and all this sass, college takes you to more of an urban location, which was perfectly fine with me.
Over the span of four years, I educated my mind, body and soul in said metropolitan area. I grew accustom to a certain “independent” lifestyle, away from my family, my home, and my parents. I did a lot of growing up (as most college students do) over the four years, and in my apparently naive, sheltered mind, I knew everything there was to know about life, because I’ve been on my own. Realistically, I knew nothing.
During my four years of university, my (extremely generous) parents paid for everything. I never in my life have had to worry about money. Aside from one summer long trip to Europe, my parents have never made me save up for anything. And even then, I just had to save for spending money. To say I was spoiled, would be spot on. So when I use the term “independent”, I use it extremely loosely. The only budgeting I’ve ever had to do was during college when they gave me a weekly allowance and wouldn’t budge on it to feed my ridiculous shopping habits.
That being said, all through college I always had at least one job. This was of course to feed my previously said ridiculous shopping habit, and casual binge drinking because the Mommy Daddy Fund clearly didn’t cover that. So even though I was spoiled, I was still responsible.
Upon graduation, with resume, degree and designation in tow, I felt I was literally ready to take on the world. Or at least the work force. I moved home (as most graduates do) to start on a meticulous job hunt. Everyday I would pound the pavement (or online job boards) in search for a job, a career rather. And ——— nothing.
So now I am basically back where I started. Typing this from the same bedroom I grew up in. Different decor of course, but still the same location. It’s all very humbling, but not in a cool Ryan Gosling taking his mom to the Oscars way.
Join me through post-graduate life, as I job hunt, soul search, slave away in the retail world and just generally push the boundaries of my own sanity infinitely.
