Picture this; me sitting there in athletic shorts and an old, oversized university sweatshirt, giggling about how I can’t blow out the trick candles. Me! The most conceited, egotistical, attention loving person. But this is all I wanted for my 23rd birthday. Just a day of laziness and happiness and that is what I got.
I’m back! Bet you thought you seen the last of me! – Or whatever Emma Roberts says in ‘American Horror Story.’
I read an article that said the job requirements were introduced during the recession when employers had to weed out most candidates because of the surplus of applicants. The article said companies are now choosing to throw out their requirements due to low unemployment numbers. Well come on Tampa Bay! Throw away those job requirements for entry level jobs!
Clichés are clichés for a reason. College truly was the greatest four years of my life. The random Wednesday night dorm parties, dancing the night away on Fridays, piecing it all back together at the winery the next day, and the late night study sessions that turned into Chinese takeout parties in the library. College was the best of times… but it was also the worst of times.
That’s what my professor would always tell us in class about jobs. We’re young and in our twenties and no one stays in one job or career field forever anymore anyway. We can always start over.
Currently I am sitting by the pool of my parents vacation house writing my first blog post with only $11.57 in my checking account. Why did I find the need to say this? Because I feel as if there are a lot of us twenty-something year olds in this position of transferring over from living the good life of college with our parents money to back us to graduating, getting a shitty job, and not know what to do.