Ready The Wine And Fire The Cannons: The Job Search Has Officially Begun


Along with my post about avoiding myself, I again questioned whether or not I wanted to blog about this particular topic since it hits very close to the cavity that holds the organ that keeps me alive. But again I find myself saying that I should write about it because if one other struggling 20-something out there is feeling these feelings, then we should be able to feel them together. That’s a lot of feels. And a lot of wine.

Sound the alarms and ready the bottle opener, Sarah has officially started applying for jobs. Just yesterday I applied for 28 (yes TWENTY-EIGHT) jobs. I’m not going to tell you which ones because then you might apply and get the job instead of me. Sorry boys and girl but I don’t want that to happen. (Harsh but true, admit it.) Right now it’s poor kid vs. poor kid and I’ve got to be able to buy my Yogurtland, tacos and sangria.

But let me say this about applying for jobs, it really really REALLY sucks. I think I filled out the same information about 19 times because each company has their own portal. And in each portal you are forced to make an account and fill out the same information¬†every.single.time. Might I suggest to the companies of the world that everyone get off their high horse, sit in a kumbaya circle, chant some hymns and create one portal that everyone can use so the young people of this world don’t waste 7 hours of the day filling in their mothers phone number as an emergency contact person.

The other thing that drives me mad are the security questions. I don’t understand why they won’t let me create my own. If I forget my password or username how am I supposed to remember who my favorite character from a childhood book was or who my third grade teacher was in that time of crisis? Instead why not let me make my own question like “when did you have your first drink?” or “what is one movie you never turn off when it airs on TV?” or “what is the one word in the English language that makes you want to cut your ears off?” or “which celebrity will you always be madly in love with?” (Hugh Grant/John Mayer, it’s a toss up.) We are in 2013 now, I believe I have the right to create my own security questions.

Along with applying for big girl jobs, I have applied for a few part time jobs to try and earn some extra cash. As much as I wish for it every time I find a lucky penny or blow an eyelash off my finger, Wells Fargo has not magically paid off my credit card for me. It’s a damn shame.

But at the end of the day no matter what happens with a job, this quote from the late Steve Jobs still inspires me to do something more than just sit at a desk all day. It makes me want to go kick ass at something. Something I might not even know of yet, but something nonetheless.

Stay Hungry, Foolish



Epiphany: I Can Go Wherever I Want. No Really, I Can.



I’ve been mulling over a realization I had about a week ago. The realization that now as a college graduate, it is time for me to find a job (whatever that may be) and have some sort of income and essentially start to build a life that is entirely my own.

Let me reiterate that, A LIFE THAT IS COMPLETELY MY OWN.

A life that has me being dependent on no one else but myself. A life where I make all of my own major choices. A life where I can go anywhere I want.

Which brings me back to the subject line of this Friday’s post. Since I am a newfound college alumna, I am in the midst of a job hunt (which is the absolute WORST by the way). In the beginning of said job hunt I was only looking at possible opportunities in the greater LA vicinity, sometimes reaching out to Orange County or San Diego.

Then I had an epiphany.

Why should I confine myself to Southern California? Sure it’s fabulous and sunny and great here but what’s stopping me from looking at other areas of the country? Of the world? Right now I (and all of the other 20-somethings) are in a rare opportunity to pick up and ship out to anywhere we want. Because right now we’re all at the absolute bottom of the pits. Like lower than the coffee shop baristas (thank you for your services, it is much appreciated) because we have no ties to ANYTHING.

Leaving on a jet plane

I could go to San Francisco or Boston or Miami or Chicago (eh but not likely because they’re landlocked, sorry Chi-town) or New York. And then there’s the whole, “maybe I could go to Europe because I never did study abroad and I could be oh so European with my new adult life” possibility and I could go to Rome or Madrid or Paris or London.

Right now, anything goes. It’s the top of the first, the ballgame has just started.

I can honestly FEEL my mind being opened up to an entire new realm of places to go. And right now, that’s the biggest motivation to go and find a job. Not the money, not the work force, not the comfort of being busy, but rather the sheer joy of being able to start a new chapter of adventures in a new place.

So if any of you recent graduates or soon to be graduates have read this, I hope you’re not overcome with stress just as I was about 7 days ago. I hope you can look at this time in your life with a new lens. A lens that tells you that you really do have the world at your feet. So take those feet and walk on to a new place to start the next part of your life.

Weekend Wrap Up: “Surprise, Sarah Graduated!” Party

The crew.

The crew.

Last night my parents told me we were going to a family dinner since it was my last night at home. My super psychic sense must have been tingling and thank god I actually took the time to look half decent because it actually turned out to be a “Surprise, Sarah graduated!!! Congratulations!” dinner party.

My immediate and extended family showed up to my favorite Mexican restaurant in San Juan Batista to celebrate my milestone marker. I had a margarita, enchiladas, and chocolate mousse and could not have been happier. I even teared up a bit when my dad did a toast in my honor.

Last night was also the first night I got to meet little Mollie, the newest edition to my extended family. At a mere 3 weeks old she honestly couldn’t be any more adorable if she tried.



Thank you to my family who came to dinner, it means the world to me. I love being around family and the little munchkins.