And no, I'm not pregnant.
I spent 6 nervous days unemployed, as my job laid me off on the 5th. On Sunday and Monday I attacked Monster.com, and on Tuesday I brought my troops (myself, a pen, and my boyfriend) to the mall to see what was happening there. I started on the first floor, and filled out 7 applications. By the end of the day, I had one promised call, and one secured interview. That interview was today, and I got the job.
Granted, it sucks being a to-be college graduate with a degree in English, moving into a career having nothing to do with reading, writing, or education. But looking on the bright side, it is a job, and will look better on my resume than empty space would. I've never worked retail, and I'm always eager to learn something new. It's also very close to my home, and would easily become a part time job when I get my teaching license. Goodness knows that with the student loan, I can use all the jobs I can get.
So why does this new job warrant such an epic title? Well frankly, I'm kind of excited. With this new job I feel refreshed. I have something new to learn, in a nice environment. I'm able to dress trendy as opposed to stuffy, like at my old job. And with this new career path comes a new attitude. I feel motivated to do the things I put off while I was in school. I can spend my days working in the store, and my mornings or nights (depending on my schedule!) writing the novel I always wanted to. I won't have to place my independence in the hands of my parents as I feared I might if I remained unemployed for long. I am going to be able to remain in control of myself, and not have to ask them for help with my bills.
It may not get me out of my house as quickly as I hoped a new job might. But with my 21st birthday coming up, I can only suspect that things are going to get better... and fast.
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