Yes, it's been a year and a half since I graduated. What do I have to show for it? Fifteen extra pounds and a sleep schedule that rivals Dracula. I admit, I've had my ups and downs in life, but this one sure takes the cake (and I don't even like cake).
I'm in a rut. My boyfriend is off in Alabama working on a construction site so my only tie to the outside world is gone and my best friend is off in Halifax working towards her dream. As I've pined before on this site; what is my dream? It's hard being a twenty-three year old loser living in her dad's house sitting in fuzzy ducky pj's trying to figure out what she's good at in life. So boo-hoo right? I've been sitting here depressed (crying at times) trying to figure out what happened to that care-free, outgoing, fun loving comedian I once was just eighteen months ago. Seriously! What happened?!
The recession. Evil ex-bosses. Crazy overbearing family. Growing up. Graduation. Life. Life happened.
So why am I not currently living it? I've been searching non-stop for a job. Applying relentlessly to the point I'm losing sleep worrying over why I haven't gotten a bite yet. I love the internet craze, don't get me wrong, but when the entire world relies on applying for jobs online it's hard for someone to get your personality off a piece of paper. I miss the good old days when you had to go in person to ask for a job and drop off a resume. Nowadays when you try that, they tell you to go online. When you do that, you don't hear from anyone except for jobs that you are way too under qualified for. I applied for a job which was similar to one I had in the past and they told me I was not qualified for it. It was sorting mail. How under qualified can that be. I got another telling me I was overqualified for it. For answering phones. I don't care if I am over or under qualified for something. I need a purpose in my life other than just sitting in fuzzy ducky pj's blogging about how my life sucks right now.
I'll admit it. I'm an unemployed graduate watching Glee and America's Next Top Model re-runs to occupy myself until my muse comes back.
So I ask you this: if you see my muse, please send it back. I'm starting to feel like how Martha Stewart felt under house arrest.
