Today is the 23 month mark from the day I graduated. In the last few weeks I've been fighting the dark pit of job despair, I need more intellectual stimulation and the distance between graduating and today grows ever larger.
The stats are frightening in their own special way, with October bring something like 800,000 new jobs I'm still not in one of those, and with something like 50% of people under 25 living at home I'm about to hit the two year mark for that too. Yes, I have a Care Bears comforter on my bed because I refuse to buy a twin sized bedspread for fear of jinxing myself and never moving out.
I have this weak hope that I'll escape, when I compulsively buy things, they're kitchen things. I have a nearly full kitchen, all matching and well thought out, in bags and boxes in the corner of my bedroom. I am asking for china and a bookshelf for Christmas, even though, if we're being completely honest, I have no use for either.
So my options are looking bleak, but, but! I'll enroll in community college for the spring semester if there is anything worth taking, and I'll apply for grad school. I lack both the fundage and the time for it but it's potentially the one thing that can pull me out of the funk.
It also looks like I'll have to take on a second job. I can't afford to work one job, even if it is sort of full time. Case and point: last month my car broke down and now I have $40 in checking and half my savings. Half is a lot to watch disappear knowing that the real problems your car is having are going to cost you much more than the half you have remaining.
I guess it's just a matter of time before driving on a prayer becomes purchasing a car I can't afford to make payments on, but at least if that's the case I'll have a new car!
Considering again: The Peace Corps.
