Dear Internet Followers,
I have been lying to you. I have to confess. Remember a while back I mentioned a job interview? I did in fact get the job. So, although I call myself unemployed, technically I am now underemployed. This is a serious step up, and I was afraid to hurt my own reputation by telling you. But I can't hide the truth any longer, I can't live with this lie.
Here is my advice to you. First, get an honours degree, work really hard, graduate with an A average because this is very important in the real world. At least that was what I believed when I worked so hard in highschool my stress levels caused my hair to fall out and my stomach to be unable to keep food in it for more than about five minutes.
Turns out the world doesn't care that you almost died to prove you are smarter than most (some? at least a few?) people. Then you go to university, where even less people care how smart you are, because turns out graduating with a 93 average in highschool doesn't mean very much there. Fine, so you work hard at university to keep your scholarships (apparently my health and mental well being was worth $4000, just in case you wanted to quantify your stress, although nowadays I would take that $4000 and trade in my self dignity and respect as well and not complain). You graduate and nobody cares. So you go back to college to get practical experience in your field and hope to find a job you are insanely overqualified for. Guess what? Still nobody cares. Or wants to hire you.
BUT there is hope. A light at the end of this long dark tunnel, if you will. Because after five years of post secondary school, working so hard to be the very best, you get hired, for minimum wage, to work at the mall. Here's the part that really hurts.... part time, seasonal work. Now, for the twist of the knife - you accept this position because nothing else has been offered to you and you need to pay your rent somehow. Yes. That is my life.
I absolutely do not want to come off as ungrateful, because I am very excited to finally be working again (4 hours this week! Watch out world .... oops .... I was supposed to be sincere in this part .... somehow my bitter sarcasm snuck in ....). No, seriously, I am glad to have something to be doing, that pays me money. I am also glad I have come out with the truth to you. I hope you can forgive me for keeping this from you for the last week. I am terribly sorry.
To help gain back your trust, here is an adorable picture of Regis as a baby.
I have been lying to you. I have to confess. Remember a while back I mentioned a job interview? I did in fact get the job. So, although I call myself unemployed, technically I am now underemployed. This is a serious step up, and I was afraid to hurt my own reputation by telling you. But I can't hide the truth any longer, I can't live with this lie.
Here is my advice to you. First, get an honours degree, work really hard, graduate with an A average because this is very important in the real world. At least that was what I believed when I worked so hard in highschool my stress levels caused my hair to fall out and my stomach to be unable to keep food in it for more than about five minutes.
Turns out the world doesn't care that you almost died to prove you are smarter than most (some? at least a few?) people. Then you go to university, where even less people care how smart you are, because turns out graduating with a 93 average in highschool doesn't mean very much there. Fine, so you work hard at university to keep your scholarships (apparently my health and mental well being was worth $4000, just in case you wanted to quantify your stress, although nowadays I would take that $4000 and trade in my self dignity and respect as well and not complain). You graduate and nobody cares. So you go back to college to get practical experience in your field and hope to find a job you are insanely overqualified for. Guess what? Still nobody cares. Or wants to hire you.
BUT there is hope. A light at the end of this long dark tunnel, if you will. Because after five years of post secondary school, working so hard to be the very best, you get hired, for minimum wage, to work at the mall. Here's the part that really hurts.... part time, seasonal work. Now, for the twist of the knife - you accept this position because nothing else has been offered to you and you need to pay your rent somehow. Yes. That is my life.
I absolutely do not want to come off as ungrateful, because I am very excited to finally be working again (4 hours this week! Watch out world .... oops .... I was supposed to be sincere in this part .... somehow my bitter sarcasm snuck in ....). No, seriously, I am glad to have something to be doing, that pays me money. I am also glad I have come out with the truth to you. I hope you can forgive me for keeping this from you for the last week. I am terribly sorry.
To help gain back your trust, here is an adorable picture of Regis as a baby.
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