When you're young, you are raised to trust the established 'elders'. Why should I? They know best, of course! What happens when you have lost all childish sense of trust in your late teens/early twenties, only to find it again as you enter a new field and track of life? This predicament can form a mental cyclone with the potential to launch you into the conundrum of trust, worthy to be titled "Oz".
I have not been tracking my progress over the past several months, but I hope that you trust me that I intend to remedy this dire mistake.
One of my least favorite statements on this earth is "I cannot find a job anywhere."
My summer, last year, was one with massive gaps of unemployment. I began graduating from WCCC in May. I did not graduate with a successful lead for a potential career. I instead began with the death of my grandfather and an appointment to remedy a terrible root canal.
After the dust settled on a freshly sodded grave, and the swelling in my jaw went down, I began to do what so many graduated decided to do: Search, Search, Search.
Determined that I was different; I needed something that would not only pay well, but would be just challenging enough to keep me dedicated. I needed to remember that I was the Norm, not the Exception. On paper, I was just like anyone in my scenario. I was a graduate with two degrees, who did not really have much work experience other than a few odd jobs here and there.
I did have several jobs through the university while I was studying my undergrad, but nothing through an independent company. I do have an extremely dedicated work ethic, but this was not translatable on paper.
After applying for approximately one hundred fifty (I believe the total was 147) different positions, I began to wear thin my hope. This is when I had my first offer.
My father's primary quote is "It's not what you know: It's Who you know."
My sister had (through her even longer list of odd jobs) worked with two individuals who decided that it would be best to open a new cafe in our county's seat.
They were looking for someone who had a decent head on their shoulders, was trustworthy, had business knowledge as well as culinary experience.
I crossed my fingers and, while standing in the middle of my 1/4 acre garden with a rototiller rumbling at my feet begging to be pushed like an unwilling child to school, I submitted my application to the business owners.
By the time I had finished my mechanized plow of the garden, I had a telephone message from a woman named Galadriel. I pried from my feet, the steam-filled boots to allow the earth to coat my work-weathered roots. Before returning the call, I began to truly feel like a happy hobbit, ready to begin the journey that defines him.
To make a point... the website of this blog is
willworkforstudentloanpayment.blogspot.com, because I truly would work tremendously in anyway possible to make ends meet.
I would not have guessed that the unexpected journey that I am still traveling, would have taken me thousands of miles away, working in places I never would have guessed, with a sad heart living paycheck to paycheck. So with a bowtie as My Precious, a Taylor 210e Acoustic Guitar at my side as Sting, and immense amounts of courage; I began my trek to wherever I needed to go.
Sometimes we are lead in a direction because that leads down a path that was successful for other people. We are just told to sit back and trust an individual in hopes that it will not produce any form of doubt. Our elders know best right?
Not entirely.
My Silver Linings:
Savannah, GA
Good Friends
The Bad Times... and how they make the good times so much sweeter
6 Strings pulled over a beat up box
"Faith is for things that take a while."
My apologies that this is scatterbrained... I am trying to put everything that has happened into text. There is quite a few key points that I do not want to forget.
Can't forget the important life lessons....
To be continued... The Cafe, Tallahassee, and the Studio Apartment Endeavors!
Be safe.
-Alex-
