And so it begins. I am a 24 year old female who just officially graduated university and received a bachelor’s degree in business. I am officially an adult. I think. I’m all set. I’m well on my way to becoming a successful, self sufficient woman. I hope. I have a pretty good job, given that I just graduated but said job doesn’t require any bachelor’s degree, and there isn’t much opportunity for growth. I want growth; I want to make something of myself. And before any baby boomers start complaining that I am a typical millennial who wants to be rich straight out of school without putting in the hard work, I want to set the record straight. I’m all for – in a typical grandpa voice – putting in the work, doing my due diligence, starting from the bottom and working my way up. This has never scared me. All I want is the opportunity to start from the bottom and work my way up. I want to be more than a nine-to-fiver, who eats salad everyday for lunch and goes to bed at 11 p.m. because “tomorrow is another early day”. I want excitement, I want opportunities, I want more. To some this may seem selfish but to me, it just seems ambitious. I won’t let any one tell me that wanting what I want is wrong, and that I don’t know how the working world is. If other people can do it then why can’t I? I deserve it as much as the next guy or gal. And so, as sit in a house that is not mine, watching a dog, that is also not mine, on a Sunday evening, eating other people’s food, and deprived of a Wi-Fi password, these are the thoughts that plague me. What if I never make it? What if I never get to where I want to be? Whenever I start to think like this, I think back to my first semester in university and to what a professor, who probably has zero recollection of me, once told me, “You have a spark in you. You’re going to make something of yourself. I can tell.” And whether or not he actually meant it means nothing, all that matters is that I believe it. I have no idea how I am going to make something of myself but I know that I will. I will find something, I have to because right now my life feels as mundane and as random as the copyright free image I attached to this post. So thank you Mr. professor man for giving me that little bit hope, for being the cookie with the fortune that you actually want in it. I will try to do you justice.
(Note: The lovely working lady with the “I won’t put up with your nonsense” face is not me. I am not blonde, and I don’t own a yellow bow/ascot thingy. And she probably doesn’t use the word “thingy”. Aside from that and from looking nothing alike, we’re identical.)
The girl with the dragon tattoo.
(Just kidding, I don’t have a tattoo so there is no need to stress, mom.)
Lesson of the day: If you don’t properly describe dog sitting it can sound like your a squatter.