So, about that job...

I need a job.

Now there's a topic that approximately 9.1% of Americans can agree on! That percentage doesn't even include people like me who are still lucky enough to be part of the, "I want a job because I want money, but I'm not going to get a job because I'd rather go to parties than work," age range. However, my bank account is slowly draining and I really don't like asking my parents for money.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

But seeing as I don't really have any parties to go to, I think that a job is a nice second option. You are probably thinking, "You're in college. What do you mean there are no parties!?" See, I go to an arts school. Now I know what you're really thinking, "An arts school! Full of artists! Everyone there must have weed! Of course there are parties!" Well, I'm not saying that statement is incorrect, I'm just saying that those aren't exactly the kind of parties I'm looking for. So a job it is.

I got my first job when I was 15 and it scarred me for life. I worked at Wendy's. You know the idiot on the drive through who asks you to repeat your order about five times and then gets it wrong anyway? That would be moi.



Home sweet home. Not.

(side note: it's kind of astounding how many mug shots came up when I google'd "Wendy's Drive through employee" ... some things I'd rather not know)

I worked there for about a year and a half. Whenever I'd finally figure out how to do whatever it was I was assigned to do, they'd move me to something else. I think I'm technically still on their payroll. My time there unofficially ended after some words were exchanged between my manager and I. ...Enough about that.

After Wendy's, I got a job as a babysitter. 3 days a week (give or take, depending on the week), 2 boys and a cute little dog. I worked for them for two years and left when I came out to Chicago for school. That was probably the best job I could have ever had as a 17(ish) year old and I love those kids to death. However, I doubt that I'd enjoy babysitting long-term for any other family, because this family spoiled me and their kids (and the kids in their neighborhood) are the only youngsters I really like, anyway. With the exception of a few, kids in general kind of scare me...mostly because they're cute to look at for a bit but after about 5 minutes I'm left wondering what to do with them.



So I went from one extreme of despising my job and cursing all the minutes I spent there to the other extreme of loving my job and never wanting to leave. So that puts me in a difficult position of knowing that the chances of me getting another job that I love that much right now are slim to none, and more than likely I'll end up with a job that I'm kind of miserable in, but at least I'm making money.

 I'm hoping/planning to get my own apartment next year instead of throwing my future money away on student housing. Apparantly money is needed if you have your own apartment.



Debatable

 We'll see how this goes...