Two Weeks Too Late

I've been working at a college since I graduated, and what started out as a temp Summer job kept stretching, and now I've been here for 5 months.  The problem is that it's an administrative position doing the same thing that I did working through college.  In a word, it's busy work--stuff I could be doing with a $40,000 degree--and while I know I have to "pay my dues" and work my way up, there is no up here that leads where I want to be.  I also always had it in my mind that after I graduated college I would live in a state out of New England for a few years. And after the two-hour commute I had last night in a snow storm, I couldn't have picked a better time or place.

After the New Year, I'm moving to California.  I don't have a job or a place to live.  Just a plane ticket. Cue the motivational music.  So I gave my two-weeks notice so that my last day would be our last day before Christmas break.  I've been a hermit for the last month or so in an attempt to save every dime I have so that moving to California wouldn't be a financial plummet. Then last Thursday, my purse got stolen from my desk at work while I was helping another student.  New camera, glasses, licence, gift cards, credit card, ATM card, cash; GONE.  $500 withdrawn from my account.  Slim chance that I will not be reimbursed by the bank for the stolen money.  It's been five days and there is still smoke coming out of my ears.  My last day is in two days, and I'm doing everything I can think of to find who it was before I leave. 

So now I've ranted through my first two blogs... that's pretty good, right?

Blog Unenthusiast

So I have to start off by saying that I've been critical of the idea of blogging since I've known what blogging was.  As a journalism major in college, I was forced to blog from time to time for assignments, but it still never caught on with me.  And to be perfectly honest, it still hasn't really caught on.  So why am I here?  Again, I'm kind of being forced.  Intensely persuaded, maybe.  Applying to jobs as an English and Journalism graduate, I am always required to include several writing samples with my resume.  But I'm noticing more and more that they ask for a link to my blog as well.  And they ask for it like they're asking for my last name. Like of course I have a blog. So... TA-DA.  Here it is. Of course I have a blog. 

To get you on my page with the grudge I've held, here are my issues with blogs: First, that by writing one, you're being presumptuous--and a little cocky--in thinking that you're interesting enough for other people to consistently follow along with what you have to say.  Second, that it's impossible to write about your life without mentioning other people, and who is to say my friends and family want their personal life posted day to day without their permission?  I've always wondered how people who write columns and memoirs can write such gutsy details and name-drop without any reluctance or shame?  Then I read the "About the Author" and find out their mom died, they're estranged from their father and brother, and no longer keep in touch with their friends.  Frankly, I'm not willing to lose all my loves over a blog post, so I'll keep the juicy stories vague, and the names out of it.  You're welcome, ladies.  And also,  maybe this will be the motivation to actually be interesting enough to encourage a following.  Is that sad?

Alright, this wasn't so bad.  I'll be back.