“One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”
I turned 23 a little over a week ago. My birthday happened to be on the same day as the Super Bowl. The Patriots lost, and it was super depressing watching. I felt sick and called out of work the next day. I just couldn’t do it. I was at a low. It’s true nobody likes you when you’re 23, as cliche as it sounds, its fucking true. I think 10 people wished me a happy birthday on Facebook, and 11 of them were family. No one wanted to go out on Friday or Saturday because of Super Bowl Sunday so I didn’t do much. I actually just lied. I made no attempt to go out. I didn’t do anything. I have been working a temp job with no benefits the last 5 and 1/2 months, where I dealt with people on phones all day. I wasn’t making much, and was on a 6 month contract. I was broke, sad, and hoping for a miracle this blog would blow up.
I got an email from a recruiter from a company for this job I interviewed for. They say never trust anything until its in writing, and I have this weird paranoia, sort of like the Truman Show, that everyone is secretly out to get me. Whenever shit goes right, and I get too confident, things go the other way. Like when you think you hit it off with the girl of your dreams, and you tell your mom you found the one, and she deletes you off snap the next day. Rhetorically speaking of course. I remained calm. I knew I killed the interview, and was going to be offered the position, but there’s always a seed of doubt you need to place in your mind. Anything can happen in this world. The email was my offer letter. It was official.
My First Day
My first day was yesterday, and it was great. My manager is awesome, and my hours are way better. At my old job I was working 10-6 and every time I got out of work the sun would be down. It was pretty depressing. I thought it would be great to sleep until 9:15 AM every day, but that soon changed. I missed sunlight. Yesterday I went in at 8:00 am, and got to leave at 4:00 PM. I have a desk with duel monitors. Shit is official. I even have a mini heater underneath my desk because your boy is literally cold blooded. All around it was a great day. I got home, listened to Frank Ocean for two hours and felt like myself again. I’m finally working a job that’s
sorta in my field. Alright, I hate to admit it, but I’m working in the accounting field. I technically got my degree in Finance, but I’m just glad to have my foot in the door. Landing this job was do or die for me right now. I was planning on getting a second bachelors in computer science, or getting my masters in accounting. I would have had to take out student loans, study all the time, and continue being miserable until I was around 25ish. Now that I have a legit job that pays well with benefits, and a great work life balance, I can focus on things I actually care about, like this blog, investing, and my serious writing. I can read books on classic literature instead of applying on fucking indeed or any job sites. I don’t have to look at LinkedIn anymore and see people I hate from college trying to be professional. You might be asking yourself “Why did he start this blog with a quote from One Tree Hill?” Reason one, to expand upon my female audience. Reason two, everyone thinks they’re going to be a superstar in this world until this world chews you up and spits you out. There’s too much pride in today’s generation. Everyone makes fun of accountants and engineers, well guess what? There’s nothing wrong with a stable income. Everyone wants to be so interesting. They want to be artists, travelers, and explorers, and that shits fun, don’t get me wrong, but you know what else is fun? Having an investment account, or a 401k, and maybe even a side business too. Financial freedom is fun. Having the ability to retire before you’re 35, maybe even 30, and not having to work at 70 or 80 years old is fun. I just sounded like a damn accountant right there but it’s true. As Shaggy once said “Now life is one big party when you‘re still young. And who’s gonna have your back when it’s all done.” Rants over, but I hope this blog helps at least one person that was in my position. I graduated in May of 2017 and didn’t find a legit full time job until February 2018. I also was applying to places before I graduated, so keep that in mind too. That’s over a year of straight searching for love in all the wrong places. There’s nothing wrong with working a job that’s not in your field until you find something more stable. So keep grinding, every interview you do, you’ll get better and better, and keep applying to places. Its the law of large numbers. The more places you apply, the better chance you have at getting a response back.
P.S. Shoutout to all the single ladies. It’s Valentines day, and you don’t need a man to make you happy, just please don’t watch 50 Shades of Grey with your mother.