Why is it whenever I'm in NYC...
IT FRIGGIN RAINS??!!!!
I should also learn to trust my gut and NOT bring along the $1.50 umbrella. Luckily, walk a few blocks and you'll find a store selling some. And lookie, I traded up and got a $10 one! :P
Aaaaaanyway, I came here on Sunday night, kinda spur-of-the-moment. And by sudden, I mean I decided last Wednesday to run away for a week, LOL.
Don't get me wrong, I love and adore Philly. But watching Penn's Class of 2010 get excited about graduating got me feeling all melancholy...and extremely unproductive. :( Here I am, a year out, and temping because I don't know what I want to do with my life.
...Which is hilarious, considering that I'm in the nursing field. And I DO have semi-decent enough qualifications that enable me to branch out in various health care areas.
I really shouldn't be wandering aimlessly.
You'd think I'd get a full-time job, easy.
But apparently not.
::shrug::
Since my last entry, I've had...oh, 3 more interviews locally. And a job fair, to boot. But no dice.
I think I really am suffering a bad case of identity crisis. Maybe with a bit of location malaise sprinkled in for variety?
So I temp as admin or pseudo-research assistants in numerous health care-related offices/locations until I figure out what I'm doing with my life.
Or, ya know, get a full-time job. Preferably before my lease ends in July.
It's terrible, I know. My parents are anxious enough as it is wondering what the hell is going on with me. I'm sure they want me to move back to Jersey. My sister, an ER nurse, also worries, and keeps saying there's a job waiting for me near her place in Bumblefuck, PA, and that she'd be THRILLED to have me move closer to her.
...AAAAAAAHHHHHH I DON'T KNOW. I HATE NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO. IT'S SUCH A LAZY EXCUSE, considering how so many of my fellow grads struggled for ages to get jobs, and here I am, coasting for a year--well, half a year coasting, half a year taking grad classes just to fill the time--still depending partially on my parents' money while conveniently living far enough away from them to feel sorta independent.
...I really am a goddamn spoiled brat.
::sigh:: So here I am, in an Upper West Side library, typing on a PC for the first time in a year ('cause for some reason my laptop hates NY wireless)...hoping for a change in perspective.
And maybe some goddamn motivation.
I should also learn to trust my gut and NOT bring along the $1.50 umbrella. Luckily, walk a few blocks and you'll find a store selling some. And lookie, I traded up and got a $10 one! :P
Aaaaaanyway, I came here on Sunday night, kinda spur-of-the-moment. And by sudden, I mean I decided last Wednesday to run away for a week, LOL.
Don't get me wrong, I love and adore Philly. But watching Penn's Class of 2010 get excited about graduating got me feeling all melancholy...and extremely unproductive. :( Here I am, a year out, and temping because I don't know what I want to do with my life.
...Which is hilarious, considering that I'm in the nursing field. And I DO have semi-decent enough qualifications that enable me to branch out in various health care areas.
I really shouldn't be wandering aimlessly.
You'd think I'd get a full-time job, easy.
But apparently not.
::shrug::
Since my last entry, I've had...oh, 3 more interviews locally. And a job fair, to boot. But no dice.
I think I really am suffering a bad case of identity crisis. Maybe with a bit of location malaise sprinkled in for variety?
So I temp as admin or pseudo-research assistants in numerous health care-related offices/locations until I figure out what I'm doing with my life.
Or, ya know, get a full-time job. Preferably before my lease ends in July.
It's terrible, I know. My parents are anxious enough as it is wondering what the hell is going on with me. I'm sure they want me to move back to Jersey. My sister, an ER nurse, also worries, and keeps saying there's a job waiting for me near her place in Bumblefuck, PA, and that she'd be THRILLED to have me move closer to her.
...AAAAAAAHHHHHH I DON'T KNOW. I HATE NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO. IT'S SUCH A LAZY EXCUSE, considering how so many of my fellow grads struggled for ages to get jobs, and here I am, coasting for a year--well, half a year coasting, half a year taking grad classes just to fill the time--still depending partially on my parents' money while conveniently living far enough away from them to feel sorta independent.
...I really am a goddamn spoiled brat.
::sigh:: So here I am, in an Upper West Side library, typing on a PC for the first time in a year ('cause for some reason my laptop hates NY wireless)...hoping for a change in perspective.
And maybe some goddamn motivation.