Xtreme Boredom

My dad suggested that I blog about how this whole looking for a job thing is taking a toll on me. Maybe I will. Right now I'm pretty exhausting from making a lot of charts. Yes, you heard me right. I am making a lot of charts, mostly just for fun. I would upload them right now but I'm too tired from making them.

Trials of an unemployed recent grad

Hello! I've decided to resume blogging, however brief this may be. You may recall I experimented with a different host for a while...I guess I lost all of those posts. Luckily they weren't about anything important anyway. So for now I'm just going to complain a little bit about how life is kicking me in the butt. 1. I still don't have a job. It's been a little over three months since I graduated, and despite the fact that I have a near perfect GPA, was editor-in-chief of my college newspaper, and am a member of Phi Beta Kappa and Mensa, I still have no offers. Now this wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that I want to return to business school ASAP, but I can't get in unless I get some awesome job experience under my belt. We are, after all, in a terrible economy. Oh and there's this little factor of embarrassment. Back in high school, I was voted most likely to succeed. FUNNY. I'm succeeding just great from the couch in my living room. 2. Hurricane Irene came whirling through my town, leaving it completely flooded. Oh, ok, no big deal you're probably thinking. I live on a hill. A great, big, giant, enormous hill -- no prob, we won't get flooded. FALSE. Because you know what happened? My sister was learning to drive on the car I drive (I don't own it or I'd be super pissed) and hit a rock. We then had the car towed to a shop downtown, which promptly flooded to four feet in the wake of Hurricane Irene. Screw you, Irene. So now the car I drive is dead and will be scrapped for metal. We took off the plates today. Farewell, Subaru. You were a dear friend. 3. Couples. I hate them. Every time I see a new unlikely couple get together I facepalm. No joke. It's probably going to leave a mark soon. So maybe I'll just become a humorist and satirist instead. Sound good? Good.