Ever since I graduated from college, which was a year ago, I’ve had the hilarious yet miserable experience of looking for and failing to find jobs. I think the trouble started the day of commencement, when instead of celebrating and going to parties, I boarded a bus with just a backpack and a plane ticket to Bulgaria.
Just a few hours after I walked across a stupid stage with other stupid-looking people in caps and gowns, I was swigging brandy on the cheapest bus to New York, trying to convince the bus driver to let me and my friend off on the side of the highway. He didn’t speak much English, but understood the $10 I slipped him, and eventually acquiesced. The rest of the night gets hazy, but to make a long story short, I spent the next two months hiking through Eastern Europe, having the fucking time of my life.
When I came back, I was stuck in a familiar conundrum. Jobless, low on cash, and not quite certain of where to go next. All I really knew is that I absolutely had to leave D.C., which was sucking my soul (more on that later).
Since then, I have moved to Philadelphia, home to the most over-educated, awesome and jobless group of people I have ever met. I guess I should have known that if I wanted a job, Philadelphia was the worst fucking place in the universe to go. Damn it.
I decided to start chronicling the hilarious/miserable encounters that I’ve had with jobs. I’ll admit that I realized long ago that I wasn’t quite ready to work at something I didn’t like. This is probably one of the things that has kept me unemployed. This isn’t to say that I’m overly lazy or unmotivated. I’m just looking to make my own road. On the other hand, the jobs in Philly are so scarce that I probably couldn’t find anything even if I dropped all my convictions. Oops.
This, then, is a story of a semi-skilled, semi-intelligent fellow who doesn’t want to settle, doesn’t want to work at something boring, and is looking for the path. I’ll be sharing most everything, putting down my stupid cover letters, and generally venting my frustration.
I also hope to create a happy collection of funny stories about all the silly jobs I’ve applied to, the ones I got and the ones that rejected me.
There will also be other random shit interspersed.
Cheers.
