Today is the day I tender my resignation with Funemployment LLC. We had a good run for our 3 months together. Whenever I’m sad or stressed, I’ll look back at those memories and cherish them.
Today is also the day I start my new big girl job as an assistant at a PR agency in LA. Can I get an AMEN?
It was almost exactly two months ago that I posted about starting my job search. Today is the day it ends because someone has put some faith in me and decided to hire me.
As my last will and testament as President of Funemployment LLC, I would like to take this time to thank the people and things that made my time at Funemployment memorable. You all mean the world to me.
- Sleep. Thank you for allowing me wake up at 9am every morning because I didn’t have anywhere important to be.
- Quinoa and beans. I ate a lot of you as President of Funemployment. Thank you for being cheap.
- Pinterest. Thank you for giving me beautiful pictures to drool over even though I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to afford any of it.
- Netflix. Thank you for being my best friend when all of my other friends were busy having lives from 1pm-6pm.
- Wine. Thank you for helping me feel less stressed out when I was lying on the cold hard ground and thinking I would only amount to a homeless person who lived under the Santa Monica Pier.
- Buzzfeed. Thank you for providing me with pointless information that kept me busy and laughing all day.
- Tumblr. Thank you for being ridiculous and providing me with a copious amount of GIFs and language that I quote in real life and no one else seems to understand.
- Bubble baths. Thank you for being the 8th wonder of the world. I’m sorry for not appreciating you earlier in life.
- The couch. Thank you for being comfortable and accepting me for the lazy human being I am.
- Finally, this blog. Thank you for accepting my word vomit when no one else within the confines of my apartment would hear me. (Because I live alone. Unless you count the radio but I don’t do that unless I’m having a really bad day.)
Now is the time to go onwards and upwards. Here’s to new posts documenting the life of a 20-something assistant. Those should be interesting. Stand by.
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.