With my December graduation date getting ever-closer, I’ve been searching for a job the past couple of weeks. And the prospects, or shall I say lack thereof, are depressing. Not having an income for three months and not knowing if I will have a job in about a month makes spending any money very hard.
The remedy: not going out much on weekends, and sometimes job searching instead.
My Friday routine involves getting back to the apartment at 4 p.m. and then hunkering down on the couch with my laptop to watch the episodes of The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and Project Runway from the night before. After those shows are over, it’s back to Netflix browsing.
This is what my Friday nights looked like back in Iowa, except my boyfriend would be the one running the remote control.
The remedy: not going out much on weekends, and sometimes job searching instead.
My Friday routine involves getting back to the apartment at 4 p.m. and then hunkering down on the couch with my laptop to watch the episodes of The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and Project Runway from the night before. After those shows are over, it’s back to Netflix browsing.
This is what my Friday nights looked like back in Iowa, except my boyfriend would be the one running the remote control.
I can’t say it doesn’t bother me that I haven’t gone out much and I’ve been in Chicago for over eight weeks. Isn’t nightlife supposed to be a big draw to the city? Isn’t that one of the reasons why I wanted to live here – so I would have something to do on the weekends?
I’m surrounded by restaurants, bars, pubs and coffee shops. And, of course, I can’t forget about the fashion – the infamous shopping district. I walk down Michigan Avenue to get to work. Looking at the beautiful clothes one moment and knowing I can’t afford them the next has become a daily ritual for me.
I just wish the media would stop reporting about the “dismal employment prospects” and stop asking, “Is college worth it?” I had that question answered a long time ago, thank you very much.
But I was talking to my mom the other day about some of these things, and I said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life.” Then, she said, “At least you have a place to live.”
Now, I thought she meant right now. Right now, I have a place to live. So I started thinking, “Yeah, it’s good that I have an apartment. I have a roof over my head. I’m not homeless and out on the street.”
My mom meant, in December, I have a place to live, a room in my parent’s basement in rural Iowa…
I’m surrounded by restaurants, bars, pubs and coffee shops. And, of course, I can’t forget about the fashion – the infamous shopping district. I walk down Michigan Avenue to get to work. Looking at the beautiful clothes one moment and knowing I can’t afford them the next has become a daily ritual for me.
I just wish the media would stop reporting about the “dismal employment prospects” and stop asking, “Is college worth it?” I had that question answered a long time ago, thank you very much.
But I was talking to my mom the other day about some of these things, and I said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life.” Then, she said, “At least you have a place to live.”
Now, I thought she meant right now. Right now, I have a place to live. So I started thinking, “Yeah, it’s good that I have an apartment. I have a roof over my head. I’m not homeless and out on the street.”
My mom meant, in December, I have a place to live, a room in my parent’s basement in rural Iowa…
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
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