It's been three months since I graduated...and I still don't have a job. Everyday I'm still here at this computer applying for jobs and getting nothing in return. Any possible job that I did have going for me was from connections through my dad. Now don't get me wrong, I have no problem with my dad connecting me with people. Afterall, with this economy, it's beginning to be more and more about who you know and not what you know. So far I've had three possible job opportunities that got so close to me starting work but then falling through. Last week I found an opening for a secretary in the men's basketball department at St. John's University. I was so sure I had this one in the bag, for two reasons. One, that's exactly what I did all through college and two, my dad is really tight with the head basketball coach. I figured he would just call and that would be that. But the coach told him that they had an intern working for them and she'll probably get the job, but to bring me in anyway. Figures. At this point I'm beyond frustrated. For the past two weeks I've been waking up angry and I'm gettin sick of it. Sometimes I do want to say it, but I refuse to call myself a failure.
...it's been real luvs ---> DUECES (p.s. just realized I've never said this, but I never actually say this outloud, it's just the gesture lol)
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