Ugh..The Corporate World

I've seriously been on the computer searching for a career/promising job for over two hours. I think what I am primarily frustrated at is that I have no clue as to what I'm doing. I mean, I know how to search for jobs...I just don't know what exactly I am looking for. When I started college in 2005 ( a whopping six years ago) I was going so my dad would quit nagging me about being someone without a college degree. I think I tried three majors before I arrived at Fine Arts: Painting. Since I could hold a crayon I have been doing artsy things, and by the time I transferred to Cleveland state in 2007 I decided that if I was going to pay for college myself I might as well love being there, and the only way to love school is to be participating in the arts. Come to find out, I took way more psychology and sociology classes than I did art classes but somehow still came out with a paper that says I studied art as my major. People always ask me, in a very condescending way mind you, "So, uh...what do you see yourself doing with a degree like that?" I'd always answer with "I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get there." It seemed like a safe answer from further pestering, but an answer that I was totally believing as truth too.

I hate job searching, I hate being new at a job, and worst of all I hate not having a concrete plan when it comes to my finances. I could be good at a plethora of things. I know it! I just feel like employers are so judgmental when it comes to resumes. Hello..I was a dog walker, a nanny,  a customer service representative for a summer, a waitress, and a bar tender. These are all jobs that were flexible around attending school full time! None of these are promising careers. So I have to start from square one.

So, I actually went to the library and got out books on job hunting as a college grad, job interviewing, and pursuing my dream job. Which I still don't know what that is. A dream job to me is something that I make a surprising amount of money doing something that doesn't feel like work.

Dream Job Ideas:

If I could somehow paint like a maniac and produce wall hanging worthy crap I would totally bust my rear end trying to live as an artist. Cleveland, my sad pride and joy, is not really the market for that. I have sold one painting when I actually tried to market myself (on facebook no less). I know its possible. I feel like I'm trying to win the lottery when I plan it out though. Could I swing it into a full blown possible career making a decent respectable living? Maybe

I actually wish I would have gone the sports route. I could see myself handling a sports teams marketing, or public relations. I actually think I might make a pretty good agent. From my findings today: A) you had to pay a membership to see any sports job listings B) that's ridiculous C)I feel like I'm fighting a man's world, and those kind of girls irk me.

Non-profit is an area where I feel like my heart comes alive. I love helping people. I love knowing that my job isn't designed to benefit capitalism. I'm still confused on who pays a person working in a non profit business, yet knowing that one of the differences between a non-profit job and a profit job is where the money goes when or if something happens to the business. This one might pan out. Can I travel?

Entrepreneurial ideas run in my blood. My grandfather...was some sort of peddler...possibly illegal but that is besides the point. My dad has been trying to start his own business since I can remember...right now he is fiddling with a private investigator business and being a dog walker after he retires. I'd like to start my own floral shop...maybe a art lessons for kids. My friend Ali once came up with a gift wrapping business while she was high. Despite her marijuana use..it didn't sound like a bad plan maybe that plus gift baskets.

Reality TV show. If my grandpa hadn't passed away two years ago my family would have been a prime candidate for a tv show. He would have been the token cynical, hillbilly grandfather- whose opinion not only rarely made sense but probably wasn't true. God bless him. My brothers are both entertaining yet irresponsible. My sister is just in that stage where she thinks her life is a disney channel show. My mom is hilarious and I would bet she'd be a favorite character. Oh and my dad...he doesn't know how hilarious he is and that would be the hidden gem right there. Maybe the lure of being famous is what makes me what this...who doesn't want to be able to buy whatever, have their hair pretty all the time, and receive endorsements and free crap all the time?

Heck could someone pay me to blog?? I have about 2 followers right now, but I'm pretty sure I could craftily ramble for some cash flow.



 

Holy smokes. Its been too long. Well, in the quick time that summer has almost gone so much has happened. I friggin graduated college, I turned 24, and am still without a career.

I decided to finish my college career by enrolling three 6 week classes and one 8 week class. Mind you, these are all classes that are typically done in a 15 week frame. They don't lighten the load, they don't cut you any breaks, they just pound psychology and sociology and art down your throat until it is what you dream about. I finished. I took six years to get my bachelors degree, and that is o.k. because I did it well and I did it on my own dime. I was so thankful to my husband who let me quit my wretched serving job and just do school work for 8 weeks. I seriously woke up at 8am...went to school until 1pm, came home and did school online until 6pm, made dinner and went back to it til about 10pm. Oh, it was exhausting. I didn't feel like a person at all. I was pure robot. Sometimes I had to make myself be rebellious and go on a date night with my husband and promise myself I'd wake up at 6am to get started the next day. Anyway, I finished. I finished getting As and Bs and I couldn't be more happy to be done with college.

Since then....family parties, the fourth of July and my birthday has highlighted my summer fun, along with Josie and Noah returning from Costa Rica. I have been watching them daily until they go back to school here in Bay Village mid August. Next week, the Miranda family...all...9 of us are going to Hocking Hills to camp and hike and all sorts of goodness. I'm very excited for that! I'm hoping it not to be rainy or one of those 105 degree heat index days.

For my birthday my husband got me my dream camera. I wasn't actually sure what I wanted in a dream camera. Any pretty big nikon would do, and he got me just that. So expect better posted pictures! I now have time to do that. I now have time to paint...to read...to exercise. I have no limits. So now, as my job search continues, I plan to actually enjoy life while finding a job that doesn't feel like work. I'm determined not to sell out.