The song plagues my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I have run out of coffee, water and patience this morning and there's absolutely no chance of improving my current situation.
Perhaps the only thing worse than working at a job that you... dislike, to say the least, is working at a place where joyous songs are sung All. Day.
Unfortunately, my post collegiate days are thus far the laziest of my life. Most days I spend laying around on my parent's annoyingly comfortable sofa, watching re-runs of Gossip Girl. Every now and then I feel a tingle of inspiration to scribble a few lines here or, if I'm really feeling crazy, do my laundry. But mostly, I just spend my days zoning out while I file paperwork and dreaming about what an awesome editor/writer/publisher/artist/celebrity I will one day become.
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| A real job. |
I know.
It's absolutely what I should be doing. And you would think that being currently employed (and only working part-time) at a job that makes gravedigging sound like a viable option, I would have the kick-in-the-arse I needed to go out and get me a career.
(Insert annoying buzz noise here)
You'd be wrong.
To be honest. I don't really know why I don't just get up and get a job. I think a part of it is the obvious fear of failure, putting yourself out there only to face rejection, etc.
Then there's that annoying segment about entering the supposed "real world." Just the thought of considering myself a "grown up," gives me a severe case of the heebie jeebies.
And there's also that little tiny tidbit of information that reveals that I'm not exactly sure what it is I even want to do in this "real world".
Oh, and the encouragement and general enthusiasm from the public helps a whole lot too.
A wise woman once had this theory that if we're told we're "bad," then (allegedly) that's the only idea we'll ever have.
Okay, I don't know if "wise," was the most appropriate adjective to describe Jewel nor do I know why I know all the lyrics to her first album BUT what I do know is that the lady's kinda got a point.
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| Did she just reference Jewel? Yep. Yep, she did. |
I understand the economy sucks and everyone in their twenty's is expected to move back home and spend their glory days in the harsh shadow of student loan debts but what I personally need to do is stop listening to other people when they say awesome shit like this to me:
Oh, an English major? Good luck finding a job.
Well, Mr. I-studied-Biology-but-am-currently-a-Real-Estate-Agent,
Fuck you, too.
It's time to start writing some cover letters.
(Did I mention that English majors are, like, totally good writers?)
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