For Sale (or hire): One self motivated, fashion obsessed wanna be writer (an 18 year old)


It seems like the job market involves selling your soul to the devil these days.  I have come to the conclusion that “For hire” should not be the tag line any more.

For sale sounds much more appropriate.

In a housing market, real estate agents bluntly inform you “It’s a buyers market”.  In a job market it’s the same way, just that statement might be too harsh for a sugar coating career center counselor to tell you.

If an hourly wage job in a retail or restaurant field (K-mart or Pizza Hut) strikes your fancy though you may be in luck.  Your references will rarely be contacted and as long as you aren’t too ambitious or expect to do something beyond the level of your average 7 year old (granted, they are teaching Chinese in elementary school now, so maybe I am being too generous with my wording) then you are a good fit!  If 6 months times 30 hours a week of “Have a nice day!” and “May I take your order?” is not monotonous or reminding you why you are pursuing a college education, then I am sorry to inform you that you have probably found your career.

Or maybe I am happy to inform you: you lucky Bastard.  

You have met your goal in life at the age of 18.  You may have actually met that goal at 16, I don’t think McDonalds needs a High School Diploma these days…  although that may be changing soon since College Degrees are being handed out to anyone poor and willing these days.

For the rest of us, (that were blessed by God with just a bit too much drive and dedication) 3 months at said above location is going to drive us mad and our goals are far out of reach.  We may be the 1%, but not that 1% everyone hates for having a lot of money or a penthouse in Manhattan.  We are just a rare breed of wanna-succeeders and many of us don’t acknowledge the curse until the age of 30 or 40 when we have an underpaid overworked job, no boyfriend, and all the plants in the house are fake.  The food is probably still in take out boxes and we don’t recall the oven as anything but extra storage.  While the friends are all getting married and spitting out babies like rabbits (or a Chinese Sweatshop manufactures iPhones), you don’t even have time for a cat.

For me, I get to have the realisation at 18.  I sometimes forget I even have a cat.

As I lay in the bed, doing something besides watching Sex and The City (purely because I can’t afford to buy more episodes and cry about being born in the wrong decade any longer) I turned to google, monster, indeed, jobvite, Ed2010 etc.  I applied for a handful of grown-up jobs because come May I will have a diploma for one rushed Fashion Buying and Merchandising Associate’s degree.  I can’t legally drink (all of the wine that I so deserve for taking 23 credit hours this semester), but I can legally accrue way too much debt from continuing on to a Bachelor’s degree.  

I had very little luck finding jobs that I can even apply for though, due to all the red tape and need for experience or an additional degrees these days.  Debt looks like the way to go, maybe the “Can I get fries with that?” is not that awful an option.

I asked my mother for the 15th time this week about why she couldn’t have brought me up to be happy with mediocre.  I can only wish that I would enjoy an hourly wage because I’m 18, and I have been told time and time again that it is a right of passage.

Kind of like dorm rooms, but unless you have been living in a box (or not reading my blog, Welcome by the way.) I don’t live in a dorm room.  

My room has a plastic chandelier and 57 pairs of shoes, mostly from Payless.

It’s kind of an oxymoron, that statement.  A chandelier is elegant and plastic is cheap.  57 pairs of shoes sounds like an expensive habit, until you hear they were from Payless (mostly bought with 20% off coupons of course).  I am 18 and self motivated.  That fits in with the shoes and room.  All of those statements are not supposed to be that way.  They even sound good in theory and to the defense of my lamp and shoes they are good in person too.  On paper when you submit job applications, 18 and self motivated leaves a gaping hole, the same way plastic chandelier and 57 payless pumps sounded better before you knew the material and brand.  According to 40 year old know it alls, you lack experience and knowledge at 18.  At 18 you’re supposed to be out screwing up your life and getting tattoos you will regret at 80, not contracts with Chanel to be an Assistant Buyer.

But why don’t these recruiters and resume sorters get it?  I’ve never done what I’m supposed to.

I was home schooled.  I skipped a grade.  I went to college in high school.  I went home when I was in college.  It’s only natural that in college I am supposed to have a real career.

Allison

 

Gabbing about GPAs, Grades, and Gossip Girl.


Hello dolls,

I had a little spare time today and decided that I needed to revamp the site.  It felt a little neglected lately with all of the college work taking precedent.  That’s the way it had to be though, and I have an additional reason to think that way:

3.88 is my GPA for my first semester at a private 4 year school.

It paid off.

My rants about trying so hard, and trying soooo much to prove I could do it, they weren’t for nothing.  I made Deans list and although I’ll be completely honest there is a little part of me that’s annoyed it’s not a 4.0, I’m satisfied.

A 3.88 is really something to be proud of. 3 A’s in Finite Mathematics (my best subject?! remember math was the reason I dropped Fashion Merchandising!!?), Disease: Myth & Reality (I thought that Science final was the death of me, and yet I still must have pulled out a 94 after an all nighter to get an A), and Women in American History 1880s to Present.  I got A-‘s in Interpersonal Communication, which should have been an A because it was a 94 and she only counts 96-100 as A unlike every other teacher in the world… and an A- in FYS.  Which I have no explanation for.

BUT.  What this means is I have new motivation for next semester.  I have to either A) Get a 4.0 next semester or B) Pick up a 6th class and maintain a 3.88 again.  2 of the classes I took this past semester were sophomore and junior level, I think I could take on an additional class.

The question is: Will I maintain sanity?

And followed by that question is:

Will my roommate remain sanity?  I have to try not to rant to her as much when I feel like I am going to bubble over.  She would probably appreciate that too.

So, yes I am going back to school next semester.  I had a mental breakdown/momentary mind lapse in my last post.  I have come to the conclusion in between episodes of Gossip Girl and Lipstick Jungle (a lot of mental stimulation I know) that what I strive to be needs a college degree.

My dad keeps saying there are multiple ways to skin a cat, which is true.. but guess what?  I want the least risky most successful skinned cat possible.

That sounds gross. Sorry.

I’m living on wheat thins, oatmeal, and clementines.. my mind is a little fogged.  I slept until 12:30 and didn’t feel a whole lot of motivation to get ready for the day so I am still in my pajamas.  I felt sick -and still do- when I woke up this morning, but once I got into the cyberworld I was much more overwhelmed with ambition.

I stayed up for a while last night on this girl’s blog about going to London College of Fashion last year.  She is now in Las Vegas as a shoe buyer for Zappos and 6pm.com.  I really thought she was inspirational and she blew my blog away easily.  I watched her videos and laughed when she laughed, cried when she cried, and because I would someday like to have the success that she does, I am not providing her URL and losing readers haha :). You’re just gonna have to subscribe and wait around to see how successful I am!

Along with turning over a new leaf on my blog -by decorating it and adding new links- I decided I wanted to change some things about my life beyond cyberspace too.  My mom helped me “permantalize” (my own made up word for permanently organize) my room and clothes that I brought back from school.  I was never able to get settled in at home because I moved into college the day before school started.  My sister and I share the room and slowly I saw Audrey Hepburn posters come down, and puppy posters go up… But since my family is stuck with me for a month that is obviously not going to fly.

I quickly took over at least half of the room and paraded around the room in my heels.  Not gonna lie, my calluses on my heels have softened and I have missed my babies SO MUCH.  Canisius College is not the scene for these stilletos, but neither was Mohawk High School.  I am contemplating bringing back a few pairs with me..

It is always an overwhelmingly good feeling when I retry on clothes and shoes.  I rediscover clothing that has been MIA for some time and make up new outfits in my head.  The nice part about shoes and accessories is that it doesn’t matter how much the infamous Freshman 15 has tried to ruin my life, I can still strut around with them.  And of course they love me back.

Along with these new outfits comes new hair.  Just like back in March when I had this impulsive need to change my life, hair, etc. and ruined it I am going to again.  Well, hopefully not ruin it..

I’m not going Blonde again, don’t worry.  I’ve learned my lesson and hopefully will never have to relearn it.  I am feeling like red instead. Red or just dark brown like I already have, but to get rid of the wisps of dead light brown and blonde that remain from losing the coloring from before.

Nobody in Youngstown knows me though, so until January 13th when I go back to college I have to be completely honest and say I could go bald and it wouldn’t matter all that much.  This is a good and a bad thing, because I miss my friends from school way more than they probably miss me haha and at the same time I can afford as many of these pajama sick days as I want.  It is easy to recover from an overwhelming finals week when you can lie around and prioritize your cyber life more than your actual one.

I’ve gone ice skating, shopping (a lot), and to the grocery store, but that’s about the extent of it.  My 3 year old Owen is great company, but I can only be beat by him at Mario Kart so many times before I go insane.  I have finished the Gossip Girl series and become emotionally invested in similar TV shows that I missed out on due ridiculous amounts of work, but nothing could hurt me as much as the heart break of Dan being GG.  How did you feel about him?  Or the final episode?  I watched it online because in the new house we don’t have CW and I clearly could not watch it with my younger siblings in the living room downstairs.  The quality wasn’t very good, but regardless I think I got the feel for how awful the episode was.  It just was reinforced by the crappy static and blurriness.

I do have one really important question regarding the show: What were the producers thinking eliminating Ed Westwick’s accent during Gossip Girl?

I don’t know how he did it, or more importantly why.. but the first hour of the gossip girl finale was a documentary style flashback thing involving the actors and directors.  Ed Westwick aka Chuck talked and my heart melted more than normal, along with most of the female population in America I’m sure.

WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THAT CHARM AWAY FROM A MAN?!?

The only thing I can think of is that it would be very difficult for the viewers to hate Chuck when he was terrible in the first few seasons if he had a voice like that (;

Allison