The Job Search

Right now I'm looking for anything anywhere that has to do with editing. Of course, if anyone looks at this blog right now they will find many errors and probably not hire me. (I write many of these posts without proofreading what I have just written.) With the economy the way that it is, I'll probably spend the first few months out of college asking people, "Do you want fries with that?" I won't even need to buy any clothes because all I will be wearing is a work uniform.

My dad made an interesting observation: "If your name is on the door of the company, you are upper class. If your name is on your desk, you are middle class. If your name is on your shirt, you are lower class." Right now my name is on my shirt. I live at home out of the complete generosity of my parents, and I am anxiously awaiting my first paycheck so I can start to pay off my debt and possibly get a down payment for a lovely little lower-class-style apartment or homeless shelter.

I am aiming at one day owning a piece of crap that I don't have to pay rent on, but that's like a seven-year goal right now. My intermediate goal is to find a place that has minimal cockroaches and a sane roommate, along with a job where I get a shiny name badge. I'll be living the good life.

My secret fear is renting one of those places that gets foreclosed because my landlord doesn't make his or her payments. While the person who buys the foreclosed property will probably still want me paying rent, there is the slight possibility that I could get kicked out, and that scares me. Also, the lack of jobs right now is pretty frightening. Hence the coin machine adventures I get to have every day. Gotta love 'em.

Armed with a pen and some classified ads, I made the rounds on the Sunday paper. I found a few job possibilities and a few apartment possibilities. . .