Life changes and minimum wage

It's 10 am on a Monday and I have no idea when I'm supposed to go into work. I have that sinking feeling that it was supposed to be at 9, which probably means that it was in actuality 9, but I don't think I'll get into too much trouble. For some reason after I went through the wake up process of snoozing my alarm about 4 times, I found myself in an extremely good mood. Everyday gets closer and closer to the big move, and packing my things makes that all the more real. Realizing that I am actually going to escape the protective bubble that Ruston puts over all who reside here, is a little nerve racking. For the first time in my 22 years of life I will live in a place that is out of my parents' zone of protection. This is exhilarating! After 18 years of living under their roof and then 4 years spent living an hour east of their roof, I am going 6 hours west under the roof that my buddy's dad owns but I will pridefully call my home. The risk of not having a job yet excites me as well as not knowing how everything will turn out. I have faith that I'll be fine, but you never know...and I think that "you never know" is what I'm truly chasing. For 22 years I have known I'll be fine. On all my trips and adventures there was always that "you'll be home soon" logic permeating through my subconcious, whether I wanted it too or not. But for once in my life I won't be home soon...so I've got a month to strategially pack my bandana, find a suitable stick that doesn't disagree too much with my left shoulder, figure out how to tie said bandana securely to said stick and hit the pavement. See ya Ruston, see ya bible belt, see ya friends, I won't be home soon...

Finding a job is hard

Due to my recent decision to leave the safety and comfort of Ruston and pursue a legitimate career in something other than inserting sale papers in the daily newspaper, which sucks pretty bad, I have had to start looking for this career. This is a frustrating and tedious process. I've been perusing various job sites and am finding some options but I'm just a little worried that these places get a barrage of potential and sometimes desperate people. So how exactly I make myself stand out over email...I have no clue. I just need to find someone who will pay me to write my opinions about stuff...good luck right?

A new age and new commitments

Summer has arrived and I have officially graduated...whoopee?
Recently I found myself with a college degree and no job or even any idea of where or how to get one. So I searched around the booming metropolis of Ruston and finally decided it would be in my best interest to get a paper route, strictly because my money was running out and I needed something. So here I am with an online class and a minimum wage job while my diploma laughs at me from the wall it hangs on.
After watching Confessions of a Shopaholic...yea I watched it because it was the movie of the day on the cruise my family took me on for my graduation...I decided I needed to get the heck out of Ruston and do something I actually enjoyed. So I've spent some time since I've gotten back searching for someone willing to hire me based on a winning attitude and sense of humor...and not necessarily experience. I've been meaning to start blogging for a while now since I think its the new thing of the future. That and twitter which I still have refused to get involved in. So that's all I've got for now but I'll come back with cruise stories later and other ramblings.
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