So it’s a new year and it’s time to get serious about this job thing. Yeah, that little, annoying thing that won’t go away like those weird parasites that live on the side of sharks. (And yes I’m very proud of that metaphor thank you very much) Anyway, recently, a friend told me that the old way of getting a job is dead. That the days of sending out a resume and waiting to hear back that, whammy! you get an interview are long gone. Nope, today it’s about having contacts, knowing people, which has made me come to realize I don’t. I thought I did, I have 211 Facebook friends to prove it right? I text all the time to people which has to mean something right? Again, nope.
So here I sit at my computer trying to squeeze out any morsel of a contact that I might have acquired in my 22 years of existence. Maybe the girl who babysat me when I was nine has a friend whose husband knows someone who works at an agency. Maybe that weird dude who gave me his number at a gas station once actually has a cousin who’s interning for someone who once talked to someone who wrote a book. So here I sit with my face all scrunched up as I try to remember every single person I’ve ever met to see if it’ll lead somewhere. Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch. Anything? Not yet. Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch…
On a lighter note a little Christmas elf gave me a Kindle this year and it’s pretty much blowing me away. Did you just hear that? That was my mind exploding with the awesomeness of this thing.
