In this day and age, I feel like I would be more likely to get a flying pet kanagroo than a full time, well-paying job. I took so much pride in my education while I was in college. I joined every club I could possibly get into, and I became a leader in most of them. I did everything that I was told that would "look good on my resume." I just KNEW that it was going to be easy finding a job, especially since I did "all the right things."
Last spring, I went to a carrer fair to start my job search. I knew that I would be moving, but I was not sure where, so I stuck with looking at corporations. I gave out tons of resumes, shook lots of hands, and walked in painful heels until I thought I was going to cry.
A couples weeks later, I recieved an interview with Rite Aid. I knew it wasn't my first choice for a job, but I thought I could at least get some practice at my interviewing skills. I was offered a position and I accepted just as a "security" because I just knew something better would come along.
About a week after I found out we would be moving to Lexington, I was offered a position with the marketing firm I was interning with. It was my dream job, and I had to turn it down because it was in Cookeville. Besides, I was so ready to leave Cookeville! I also was offered another position from an advertising company in Cookeville because I was recommended by my professors. I had to turn that one down also.
So the day came in June...time to start my big girl job...at Rite Aid. I was embarassed to tell anyone about it. Even though I was the assistant manager, I had set in my mind that the job was way below me (and I still feel that way to be honest!). I stocked shelves, re-arranged toilet paper, and a bunch of other stuff that didn't require any more knowledge than that of an 8th grader. After 3 months, I moved on to bigger and better things, or so I thought.
I took a job with the bank we use. All that had open was a part-time position, and I would be making less than I was at Rite Aid. But I took it anyway. I thought of it as a starting place of something great.
Everything started out great and I was loving my job. Yeah, the paycheck was smaller, but we made it work. The hours were also great.
After a couple months, it hit me how underpaid I was for the things I did, stuff I put up with, and what I was expected to do. While the work was somewhat easy, all the rules, regulations, compliance, and angry customers made it not worth the pay.
I guess I said all that to say: I need a GOOD job. One that pays well. One that is full-time. One that I am appreciated. One that doesn't only give me negative feedback, but positive as well. One that communicates with me if they are closed due to snow.
