I’ve been sitting on my sofa with a want to write, a want to further myself but at the same time my fingers fail to procure the words I’m thinking and a nap seems like the better option with every passing second.
Yesterday, after the whole laying off business, was probably the longest day of my life. It was the first day I didn’t have a plan or at least an idea of what I was going to do. And no one to do anything with.
Life is so weird being unemployed.
I understand why I was laid off. I understand that without events going on we are bringing in no money. But why do I still have this bitter taste in my mouth?
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.