The end of college is near. You can almost see the cap and gown flying towards you in a Snape-jumping-out-of-the-window manner. You can almost taste the freedom. Soon enough you will have a job and finally be paid for all the shit you have to do. You know you are ready to enter adulthood or "real life" as it is commonly known as. You know your stuff. You pushed yourself in high school and studied so you can get into a good school and study whatever it is that you "figured out" you wanted to do with your life. Then college came and you partied a bit, fell in love a bit and studied a bit (a lot during exam week). You had your fun, but as graduation drew near, a sort of mix of emotions started to come over you.
At first it was a tingling in your toes when you were considering how in the world would you be able to pay all these fcking bills on a junior position salary. But then you remembered the glamorous idealistic portrayal of your future that your brain had so kindly crafted to help you cope with the change. The tingling went away and excitement was back. "I'm gonna get a job. Seriously...How hard can it be? I did everything right after all."
Then graduation comes, you and your boyfriend have to move. Long distance relationship ensues. It's not ideal, but as soon as we get jobs, we will have plenty of money to visit each other and then move and be together again and life is pink and unicorns are singing One Direction in the background.
Now about that job. I mean you did everything that you were supposed to. You went to school, studied hard, learnt languages, studied sciences. Went to college, picked a major, struggled being on your own, got tougher and powered through. You studied your ass off, took your exams, wrote your papers, got respectable grades, did not develop an addiction to anything besides caffeine. Life really should reward you by helping you out with that job thing.
Rejection one comes and you feel a slight disappointment, but it wasn't even the one you wanted so it's all okay really. You've applied to like 10 more jobs.
3 rejections. 7 did not even bother sending them.
Disappointment now comes in full force. You are living with your parents and still taking pocket money. I mean you are supposed to be on your own and make money, live the life, get married, be successful. And yet it just seems to not really be going that way for you. The more applications you send, the worse you feel because your break seems to not want to come. You did everything right and now you're stuck in a loop of rejections and "So sweety, do you know what you're gonna be doing now,eh?" , followed by a sympathetic look when your face says it all. "AT THIS POINT I WILL DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING REMOTELY RELATED TO MY DEGREE. ANYTHING." They know the look. They feel you.
Oh look. AN EMAIL! Oh wait. "Congratulate (enter college friend's name) on their new position in (the most awesome company on Earth)! " Thanks LinkedIn. Just what I needed.
But they say everyone finds their place. It will come to you. But you need to work for it. Don't worry you'll find out what it is eventually. Just hurry up and make your parents proud.
At first it was a tingling in your toes when you were considering how in the world would you be able to pay all these fcking bills on a junior position salary. But then you remembered the glamorous idealistic portrayal of your future that your brain had so kindly crafted to help you cope with the change. The tingling went away and excitement was back. "I'm gonna get a job. Seriously...How hard can it be? I did everything right after all."
Then graduation comes, you and your boyfriend have to move. Long distance relationship ensues. It's not ideal, but as soon as we get jobs, we will have plenty of money to visit each other and then move and be together again and life is pink and unicorns are singing One Direction in the background.
Now about that job. I mean you did everything that you were supposed to. You went to school, studied hard, learnt languages, studied sciences. Went to college, picked a major, struggled being on your own, got tougher and powered through. You studied your ass off, took your exams, wrote your papers, got respectable grades, did not develop an addiction to anything besides caffeine. Life really should reward you by helping you out with that job thing.
Rejection one comes and you feel a slight disappointment, but it wasn't even the one you wanted so it's all okay really. You've applied to like 10 more jobs.
3 rejections. 7 did not even bother sending them.
Disappointment now comes in full force. You are living with your parents and still taking pocket money. I mean you are supposed to be on your own and make money, live the life, get married, be successful. And yet it just seems to not really be going that way for you. The more applications you send, the worse you feel because your break seems to not want to come. You did everything right and now you're stuck in a loop of rejections and "So sweety, do you know what you're gonna be doing now,eh?" , followed by a sympathetic look when your face says it all. "AT THIS POINT I WILL DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING REMOTELY RELATED TO MY DEGREE. ANYTHING." They know the look. They feel you.
Oh look. AN EMAIL! Oh wait. "Congratulate (enter college friend's name) on their new position in (the most awesome company on Earth)! " Thanks LinkedIn. Just what I needed.
But they say everyone finds their place. It will come to you. But you need to work for it. Don't worry you'll find out what it is eventually. Just hurry up and make your parents proud.
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