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I wonder why jobs are so hard to find.

And I’m not talking about your everyday restaurant or your tutoring job at school. Or my stupid financial aid job. I’m talking about the jobs you dedicated your college career to find. That dream y…

I wonder why jobs are so hard to find.

And I’m not talking about your everyday restaurant or your tutoring job at school. Or my stupid financial aid job. I’m talking about the jobs you dedicated your college career to find. That dream you made your goal and set your heart out to accomplish. The jobs that make your life worth something and your resume build you up to be who you want to be in the future. I mean I know we’re all still very young and just starting our careers, but I have this crazy nagging feeling in the back of my head that my peers and I deserve better than those mundane minimum wage jobs with measly paychecks. But everyone wants money and everyone wants a good job. It’s on everybody’s mind, twenty-four seven and yet, people rarely go out to get them.

I know more and more people pledging professional fraternities and social sororities (me included) thinking that it will help them in the long run - or even be a shortcut for them to the future. But I think that no matter how good a fraternity is or how many connections you have in life, in the end, it’s your own hands setting out to do the work. Honestly, I’m not the type who would go around asking my contacts for a job anyways, so it’s hard for me to respect my friends who only talk to me nowadays for fundraising. I don’t want to just be another bank account to you as much as I want to support you. To the friends that are pledging, don’t lose yourself to a model of our corrupted society that only believes in money. It’s fucking annoying, by the way.

A nerdy, bald guy told me the 90% of average people wished or thought they were going to be the top 10% at some point in their life. Well, who are the kinds of people that get to that small statistic? Who are the kinds of people that can do that and still be doing something they love for the rest of their lives? I don’t know what will happen to me when it comes down to it, but it scares the shit out of me to think I’d be stuck at some boring laboratory job somewhere researching better ways to make Viagra because that’s what society would pay for. I pray to all the gods (cause I’m not very religious, but I guess I like Buddah best) that I wont end up choosing a job for money and do something worthwhile for the rest of my life. Without being a poor, average consumer.

I’m not exactly sure what made me really want to write at 7 in the morning, but I guess it’s been on my mind for a while.

I really need to write more often.

October 29, 2010
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