I'm baaaaack! Hopefully I'll be more dedicated this time... dare to dream.
And as you know, I'm a college graduate now. Booyah! SPEECH Communication, baby. (So don't judge my grammar.)
Instead of filling y'all in on every detail that has happened inbetween May 14 and today (like sweet Arkadelphia summer memories, backstreet boys/new kids on the block concert, my 22nd birthday, a beach vacation, opening a website shop to sell some arts & crafts, etc.) I'll just skip to the present.
I'm currently living in the North Little Rock/Sherwood area bumming off my wonderful, financially stable friend Kristyn while I do odd jobs a figure out life post-OBU. And, well, I'm doing the whole job-searching thing. It's both a comfort & a terror to know that about 9% of the US population is doing the same.
In fact, yesterday I attended a job fair at the Statehouse Convention Center. [Hear that, Dr. Reynolds?!] Which brings me to my post-title... my unemployed friend Katie (a.k.a. KTO) also went to the job fair with me (holla back comradery!) So. We were idiots and never attended the career fairs at OBU, which means that we didn't understand what was about to go down. And you always fear the unknown. We nearly had heart attacks of anxiety when we saw all the potential employers. Heck, we were hyperventalating before we even got into the parking lot.
A taste of what was echoing back & forth in my car as we drove through downtown Little Rock:
"Are those people going to the job fair?! They look so hott, so formal! Umm, I don't see any blazers... why did we wear blazers?! It's too hot for blazers! Why did we agree to this? We could back out. We need to brag to our parents-- we can DO this! I can't breathe. I can almost guarantee I'm not going to land a job because I have curly hair. I'll get talked into signing up for the National Guard by the end of the day... count on it. My palms sweat so bad, I'm gonna go in for a handshake & just slide right down their arm. Are you SURE you can't tell I'm wearing jazz pants? Wait, why are we doing this?"
We should've majored in theatre. Drama.
Upon reflection, we were quite possibly the worst pair of people to do something so grown-up together (or the best pair, it's a toss up). Thankfully, we met up with my business-savvy cousin Amy who gave us a proper pep talk sans-drama.
The actual job fair wasn't as bad as expected... Which is quite a relief since I'm pretty sure I said that I felt like I was marching to the gallows on our way in. [Bless the man that marries this bag of ridiculousness.] KTO even got some solid leads on employment. Go, gurl!
As for me? I browsed, chatted, handed out resumes, and got some helpful contact information. Nothing too exciting, but progress nonetheless.
And so my job search continues... but I can almost guarantee it'll be something worth writing about.
-les
