Exactly one month ago today I graduated from college. The fact that I have made it this far still seems so surreal. I remember being a fourth grader at Pickens Elementary School, lining up to go to lunch and thinking the day would never come that I would finally be in middle school. Fast forward 13 years and here I am, searching for a promising entry-level position that at the very least requires a four-year degree. I don’t regret majoring in Psychology for one second, but it certainly limits the positions I’ll be considered for. Everything in Sales is usually a scam, which leaves me options to the staffing industry or marketing. So many interviews, so little time… and yet my biggest problem is finding something professional enough to wear. Dress pants feel so Ellen and all of my winter dresses are black (naturally paired with black tights, a black blazer, and black shoes… am I going to an interview or a funeral?) so you can see my dilemma here. I need to go shopping but first, I need a salary.
Enter job offer in Boca Raton, Florida for a job that has decent pay and a beautiful office. I have spent hours going back and forth between the pros and cons of this position and it all boils down to the fact that I don’t want to move that far away in TWO MONTHS. You see, the idea of packing up and leaving sounds swell until it’s actually happening and everything suddenly becomes real. I have friends here. I have a life here. I can’t leave that all behind to go reinvent myself in south Florida. I would be utterly miserable.
So, that leaves me here: a graduate enjoying all the benefits of college without the class and schoolwork. Not exactly where I thought I would be in 13 years but hey, things could be worse.