I was mulling about today, tidying up affairs of 2011, shuffling away outdated school papers and trying to summarize my first year as a Cat Lady.
I'm still living at home.
I'm still unemployed. I'm still relatively broke.
I'm still sharing my bed with my Cat and my life is more or less, in boxes.
This chain of thought naturally brought me into a frenzy of Googling: searching for part-time jobs, summer jobs, a place to live, a ticket into the Foreign Legion. Anything to get me out of this rut.
The search got gloomier and gloomier. The newspapers proclaimed with stern and lecturing voices that rent and property prices are at an all time high and that the financial crisis will soon sweep over the country and cover it in a darkness at likes which have not been seen since the Black 1930s. (A shame we couldn't at least have the roaring 1920s first, the period with the best hair and most fabulous dresses-Dowton Abbey anyone?)
There isn't a single job out there for a History Major and cat lover. In fact, I'd say there isn't a job out there for anybody who isn't a doctorate in biochemistry, or working within the oil and gas industry. I had always suspect this to be the case, but to see it in black and white made me feel rather despondent.
There are jobs out there for would-be teachers, of course. In primary school, or in the math and science lab. But I am becoming woefully aware that I have may have doomed myself to a life of ugly t-shirts and safe-guarding priceless museum exhibits at minimum wage or preparing hot-dogs in the cafes.
Maybe I must bite in the bitter cheese and crawl back to the cheese factory and beg for a summer job, so that I at least will make some money. I've never seemed to be able to make use of my hard earned, not to mentioned, expensive education, before-should this summer be any different.
Should I just put my nose to the grind-stone and churn away at the factory-if they'd even take me back? Or is there a summer job out there for a cat-lover with a major in History worth about half a million?
