Off To The Races

Looking for a job is the ultimate obstacle course that every college Senior faces in the last stretch of college. You've run the marathon, but now you have to climb rock walls and jump through fire so you can truly finish the race and make your parents believe that you are a fully functioning adult.

Hearts are heavy, eyes are foggy with nostalgia, and we can and will probably lose our minds. Training involves weightlifting coursework with job searches. Researching job openings at popular companies during class, only to settle for a mediocre runner up so you can feel like you have a likelier chance of being offered the position. Most you never hear from again, even after paragraphs of cover letters and follow up emails. *sigh*

It's quite terrifying. Where will you be in in a month? Who knows. What do you want to do? A lot of things, but only a few of them will pay for an apartment in the city of my dreams. What direction will you choose?

All of this is supposed to be exciting, yet I find myself afraid of the mysterious future and the thought of how I can possibly make myself happy in a world where business casual is actually considered casual and I won't have time to own a cute, fluffy dog? (I WON'T SETTLE FOR A CAT, DAMNIT.)

Why do job positions seem so easily fitted to my experience, yet I'm not hearing any offers? I am overqualified for some of these jobs, yet nothing seems to give. Is this what Hell feels like? Constantly rejected for positions you are over-qualified to fill?

All I could ever ask for is a job that inspires others. One that is creative, yet constructive. A job at a company that values original ideas and the voice of even the smallest member. I want to make money, but I want to be proud of how I make it. I have so many different interests in the marketing, design, culinary, and writing field that it is overwhelming for me to think that there is a perfect job out there for me. I enjoy sales, but damn can it be stressful. I love art, but it won't pay for that apartment.

Now, the only thing I can do is wait. Wait for the answered follow up emails, the sent resumes, the cover letters, and that perfect job that God will hand over to me with a wink and a pat on the back. Hopefully I won't have to wait any longer because my legs are tired of running through this course.