Unemployment
So here I am, 22 years old, unemployed. I may be the youngest most-bitter unemployed man in the USA right now. I am sure people can relate to me here, it's a sad, sorry state of affairs. I catch myself looking at the help wanted sign in quizzing and thinking to myself: That can't be that bad, can it? Maybe it's not that bad but coming from a guy who has already been a sandwich artist, making sandwiches at Quiznos is a step down, and I was an "artist" in high school. But maybe this represents a greater truth about growing up. When I was younger and in high school I could take chances and be the world's worst sandwich artist working at the wonderful Subway.
Looking over my life I look at what I've achieved: I graduated High School and College in four years a piece, even graduating college Magna Cum Laude (which surprisingly isn't sexually related). My brain is worth about 150 G's of my parent's hard earned cash and I don't even have a piece of paper yet to prove it (The say it's in the mail, but I'm skeptical). I live in the middle of no where and do very little with my life these days. Scouring the classifieds is almost as frustrating as being unemployed itself. Under jobs listed as "entry level" they list job requirements as 1-2 years in a production office. Riddle me this Batman, but doesn't entry level mean you're "entering" the workforce? Only in the entertainment industry do hundreds of twenty-somethings fight for a job that pays slightly better than McDonnald's. But at this point I would jump at the chance to make a shade over minimum wage answering phones for the next few years, it would at least mark progress in my hopeful rise up the entertainment industry corporate ladder.
Tonight I decided to clean up my room in my parents house. I never thought I'd get to the point where living in my parents house was pathetic, but I'm happy to say I've officially reached that point. Anyways, as I was sorting through various bank statements from the past five plus years, random notes and Hanukkah cards from relatives I found several essays I had written for my High School Paper my Senior year. Let it be known I wrote the most ridiculous essays including how women were the cause of all the problems since Eve, I also made it routine to call out my Board of Education in these essays (and yet they still listened to my advice to buy 6 Apple Computers while in an awful deficit?). Often times I would see how shocking I could write these essays before I would hear some feedback from my teachers. At the end of the day it was a good time, and helped hone my writing skills by using as many similes as I could fit in the 1000 word allotment I was given. Maybe some day I'll post these should my readers (whoever they may be) demand it.
Alright, so maybe this first blog wasn't so funny, but hopefully as I get more and more into it, I will find what made me funny at some point.
-jbr-
Looking over my life I look at what I've achieved: I graduated High School and College in four years a piece, even graduating college Magna Cum Laude (which surprisingly isn't sexually related). My brain is worth about 150 G's of my parent's hard earned cash and I don't even have a piece of paper yet to prove it (The say it's in the mail, but I'm skeptical). I live in the middle of no where and do very little with my life these days. Scouring the classifieds is almost as frustrating as being unemployed itself. Under jobs listed as "entry level" they list job requirements as 1-2 years in a production office. Riddle me this Batman, but doesn't entry level mean you're "entering" the workforce? Only in the entertainment industry do hundreds of twenty-somethings fight for a job that pays slightly better than McDonnald's. But at this point I would jump at the chance to make a shade over minimum wage answering phones for the next few years, it would at least mark progress in my hopeful rise up the entertainment industry corporate ladder.
Tonight I decided to clean up my room in my parents house. I never thought I'd get to the point where living in my parents house was pathetic, but I'm happy to say I've officially reached that point. Anyways, as I was sorting through various bank statements from the past five plus years, random notes and Hanukkah cards from relatives I found several essays I had written for my High School Paper my Senior year. Let it be known I wrote the most ridiculous essays including how women were the cause of all the problems since Eve, I also made it routine to call out my Board of Education in these essays (and yet they still listened to my advice to buy 6 Apple Computers while in an awful deficit?). Often times I would see how shocking I could write these essays before I would hear some feedback from my teachers. At the end of the day it was a good time, and helped hone my writing skills by using as many similes as I could fit in the 1000 word allotment I was given. Maybe some day I'll post these should my readers (whoever they may be) demand it.
Alright, so maybe this first blog wasn't so funny, but hopefully as I get more and more into it, I will find what made me funny at some point.
-jbr-
posted by Rubin at 7:51 PM
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