It really doesn't help that my loan payments just started either.
Recently, things have been looking up. After many fruitless job finds doing things I'd hate or only doing crappy temp work, I've finally started getting interviews for jobs that I'd actually be interested in and could feasibly do. The first interview was really shaky since it was a group interview and I felt like I was the weakest link. But this weekend presents itself with an excellent opportunity. A test prep agency is looking for college grads to become SAT Teachers. I said eff it and sent in a cover letter and resume not expecting much. Apparently it was enough to at least get me invited to an open house so things are looking up.
Randomly, my dad gave me a flier for a Federal Employment Orientation Seminar at Rider. With nothing to lose and nothing to do, I went. Turns out I was doing my government job applications completely backwards and held wrong misconceptions that federal work programs were only for specific individuals. Then I learned, once again, we live in America. That means if you have the money, you can enroll yourself in a work program.
Although its a big investment for me at the moment, I know its my best option. For two months, I'm going to become a student again, at home anyway. During this process, Uncle Sam is going to judge my character, and make a suggestion as to where I will excel in order to get my foot in the door. After that preparation, I'm going to take another final examination and if I pass, I'm home free. What you do first isn't what you're going to do forever for Uncle Sam. Once you're in, every six months, you get a new shot at making yourself better or getting closer to getting where you want to go.
No matter what though, it looks like its going to take time, and I have responsibilities now. I also can't put all my eggs in one basket, people who did that in 8th grade got bad grades in health class. Time to just get a job to tide me off until then, though that's also exceedingly difficult at the moment. Thank
Looks to me like I've got one helluva road ahead of me, but I'm curious to see where it goes. If curiosity killed the cat, than I'm glad cats have nine lives.