i've come to the realization that sending resumes and applying for jobs has become a more of a hobby rather than an actual productive activity. for starters, when you read a job description and it sounds like its something you want to do, you get excited. your emotions get involved, you start planning what your life would be like once you've gotten the job, etc. but then, of course, whomever you sent your resume/application to doesnt feel the need to even ackowledge that you exist on this earth, let alone could possibly be qualified for their open position. so then you get upset and hurt and all of those things. but, if sending your resume is just a hobby, then its just something else you've done that day instead of something potentially life changing. hopes dont get high, resulting in a completely happy disposition 82% of the time.
you might say, "82%? thats a pretty high number for someone who's college degree cost more than most houses and who is now making less than a high schooler that works at abercrombie. how are you 82% happy?"
well, i'll tell you (these are in no particular order):
1. my parents are somehow, by some miracle, still letting me live rent-free. my only bills are for my gap credit card, my phone, and my car. and 2 of those bills i pay to actual companies, the other i pay to my parents. because again, they rock and bought my car for me so i dont have to be in real debt.
2. i get to get married in like, 5 months. which is awesome enough it gets a sub list:
a. have you met marty? its kind of impossible to not be a little happy around him if you know him.
b. we just bought a mattress since both of ours have that huge "we havent flipped our mattress enough" hole in the middle of them. so i'm excited to get to sleep on my new mattress.
c. we get to combine both of our really tiny and small incomes to make one slightly live-off able income.
d. if i want to leave my house at 1 AM and go to waffle house, i will get to do so without disturbing anyone and/or getting yelled at upon my return. (this is unless i dont invite marty. he would probably be upset if i did such a thing without him)
e. i can make a grocery list. because lets be honest, i really only eat think thin bars, oatmeal, cheerios, and starbucks breakfast sandwiches. i can remember those things without a list. but i think marty likes to eat real food.
3. all four of my jobs rock. again, meritting a sub list.
a. starbucks, which basically deserves an entire post devoted to all of the things i love about working here. i'll keep it brief and summarize to these things: i work with/see all of my favorite people. i get to drink caffeine all day long. i get to run my mouth and chat all day about random stuff because its part of my job.
b. fbc. yes, i still work at church. i cant get away. no need to explain why i love fbc. i think its been public knowledge since 2008.
c. ainsleigh and xavier. they're 8 year olds that i get to treat like the extra set of little baby siblings i never got to have. we laugh together, and fight like we're related. and they're a great excuse to have sweet ceces on tuesdays and thursdays (except during lent of course).
d. spring tour nanny. this is the one most people probably dont know about yet. brief summary: one of marty's friends plays bass for a christian artist who's husband is in her band who needs a nanny for her kid while they're on spring tour. so basically, i play with an 18 month old all day long and read books while he's asleep. all on a tour bus, all over the country.
4. all four of my friends rock. so i probably have more friends than that. maybe not, idk. the point is, i have great friends. end of story.
so thats how i can remain 82% happy whilst living a post grad life making zero money, doing none of the things i had thought i'd be doing by now. obviously, nothing is perfect and sometimes things go wrong, which accounts for the other 18% of happiness. but thats where my gap credit card comes into play, hence why i could have probably purchased a small island in the carribean with the amount of money i've thrown at the gap in retail therapy since i got that thing.
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