You know, the time to be an adult. I turn 23 in ten days. I told my boyfriend's mom that and she said "Ohhh, you're just a youngin." So, does that give me permission to hold off on putting my big girl pants on yet?
There's no food in my apartment. So, I suppose I should put said big girl pants on and go to the grocery store.
You know what? I've accomplished a lot of crap in my life. I earned a bachelor's degree in Journalism (fancy that). I've traveled the world. I have even managed to keep a boyfriend for longer than a week (double fancy that). But what have I got to show for it?
An empty freakin' fridge. "But Krissy" you say, "why don't you get a job and buy groceries?" Oh, dear reader, if it ever were that simple. Over the span of last month alone, I have sent out 30 resumes (Oh, who am I kidding, it was probably like 10 or something), and you know what? Not a damn employer wants to feed me. I've heard the ever so popular "Oh, the position you have applied for has been filled", or the great "Sorry, but we feel with your degree you might be over-qualified". How can one be over-qualified? Didn't your stupid sign say you needed help? Didn't your precious little craigslist ad say you were lookin' for someone? Well here I am! Will work for food!
It's 4:50 of the A.M. variety. I don't know why, but now seemed a good time as any to rant and rave about the ridiculousness of this whole job shenanigans.
"But Krissy, you have a bachelor's degree in Journalism. Why don't you use it?" you ask, ever so innocently. Here's why I do not put that sucker to use.
1. Journalists are narcissistic, agenda-shoving brats. Sure, they may quote their subject word for word. But they twist that little funny word called context until it has nothing to do with anything but what that darling journalist wanted to come across. You call that journalism? I call that bull. If you want a kick ass story, you make sure you tell both sides of that story there bucko. (Yes, I indeed just said "bucko").
2. In my last year of college, I took one beginner's sign language class. (more to come)
3. Once I was accepted into Grad school for said Journalism, I decided "Hey, I don't want to do this anymore", and I was off to find another bachelor's degree.
4. So here I am, once more burdened with the simplicities of "school", trying my damnedest to become a Sign Language interpreter.
This alllll comes back to me finding a job, while in school.. yet again. I think I might settle for less and apply at some fast food restaurant. Hey, beggars can't be choosers.
And, if you, the dear reader, feel that your opinion on any of the subjects stated above is different than mine, keep it to yourself. Or write your own damn blog about it. That's what blogs are for, right?
Haha, just kidding.
No but seriously.
Well. Tomorrow I think I have to find my big girl pants out of the laundry and put them on. And then consider going grocery shopping. bahahaha.
*Update* I did end up doing laundry today at least. Go me!
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