Couch Talk

Since my return from the oh-so golden state of Cali-forn-ia, I've been living the glorified life of sleeping on a couch at my pops' house, waiting tables at a local restaurant, while waiting to hear from jobs. My frustration level at this point is through the roof, seeing that I have a 4-year degree, yet am living the life of a student on summer vacation...working for money just to get by for a couple months. I've come to realize that this job hiatus has a certain way to trodden one's sense of perseverance, persistence, and an overall sense of being. What makes employers tend to blatantly look over people like me, a recent college graduate? How am I supposed to gain experience in the field...if no one will hire a fresh student - with little to no experience? It's a total catch-22; they want me to have experience, yet no one is willing to give me that experience. So here I sit, mindlessly blogging/whining about it while sitting on my couch/bed for the time being.

When I first arrived in San Diego, I was beyond eager to begin my job hunt. Now, 4 months later, the whole searching aspect of starting a new chapter in life has pretty much lost it's charisma. After applying to 70+ jobs at this point, the idea of something coming along seems to be somewhat of a joke by now. I'm fully aware that it takes awhile for HR departments to get back to applicants (if they have an ounce of heart and actually decide to get back at all). But, it's very disheartening to know that hours of applying after 4 years and countless hours of work has only led me here. To the couch. Serving at a restaurant, which, in itself is demeaning to know that it is the only possible job for me; so therefore, yes, I will put up with people's shitty 1.8% tips and continue to get yelled at for doing the right thing.

On the plus side, I have no expenses other than gas and the occasional $10 movie ticket. "Going out" doesn't really spark my interest as it did before, and I don't particularly have the dinero to blow on overpriced beer. Having little money at this point has made me cherish those things that I once took for granted: a roof over my head, tasty home-cooked meals, a comfortable resting place, and family as a support system. It all sounds cheesy, but at some point these simple luxuries start to dwindle away (except family). And since my westward departure back home to the east, I have a new-found appreciation for many things in my life. Now, it's time for me to start living.