As I’ve mentioned earlier in another post, that I recently finished my undergraduate studies. Like any other graduate who majored in something that does not translate directly into a job description, I’ve been having a hard time defining my career. People say that job searching is equivalent to having a full-time job. This is the awful truth. My emotions rides a roller coaster of highs and lows going through the process.
These are the thoughts I come across while job hunting, not necessarily in sequential order.
1. Alright, let’s start this thing! Can’t live with the parents forever. Got my coffee in hand! Bring it!
2. [Opens Linkedin, Indeed, Aggie Job Link, Craigslist, Fast Company all at once.]
3. [Looks at Administrative Assistant positions.] Holy sh*t, requires 5 years of experience?! Are you kidding me?
4. Data Entry position?? A monkey could do this…
5. I wonder where all my applications, resumes, and cover letters go. Seems like its going into a black hole because I don’t hear any responses.
6. Alright, this is depressing. Need some pump up music. [Cue Taylor Swift's Shake it off.]
7. Let’s read some inspiring stories from successful entrepreneurs on Fast Company. INSPIRE ME.
8. I have reached my maximum capacity of tabs I’m allowed to open. Let’s actually start applying to some jobs! YEAH! FUN!
9. I wish I did more during college. Maybe I should have studied something different. WHY DIDN’T I DO ENGINEERING OR COMPUTER SCIENCE LIKE MY ASIAN PARENTS WOULD’VE WANTED ME TO.
10. No, I’m okay. I know I am a smart, confident young woman. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Can I do this? I can do this.
From the hilarious Mindy Kaling’s “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?”
“You know those books called From Homeless to Harvard or From Jail to Yale or From Skid Row to Skidmore? They’re these inspirational memoirs about young people overcoming the bleakest of circumstances and going on to succeed in college. I was worried I would be the subject of a reverse kind of book: a pathetic tale of a girl with a great education who frittered it away watching syndicated Law & Order episodes on a sofa in Brooklyn. From Dartmouth to Dickhead it would be called. I need a job.”
My thoughts exactly. But hey, look at how Mindy turned out!