My father is an aspiring song writer and now has a song, music video and campaign for the men and women serving in the military.
Check out Amazon, Rhapsody, or Napster to hear the song or go to YouTube or MySpace to see the awesome ghetto music video my friend Chris made for the song.
A professional video will be made the summer to go with the song, directed by the same person that directed a video for Beyonce.
For more information, head to www.Herosonly.com.
Since quitting my job I have found that I can find ways to bide my time.
Between the beach, cleaning the house and the yard, volunteering at church and wasting my brain away watching CSI: NY the days are flying by, but in a good way. I’ve even counted over $90 worth of change.
I hadn’t thought of this until talking with my friend Kim, a far more relaxed version of me. She said that I hadn’t taken a break since highschool and it was about time. Then I thought about it.
I have worked vigiorously taking summer school, working for six years at a retirement center and breaks have been few and far between. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t stressed out and crying. I just worked hard to get done quick. Looking back I wonder why.
So since my dive into the unemployment world I’ve gone to the beach more, spent more times with my family and friends and actually have relaxed. I was hired four days after I graduated college, my break never came. So as Kim puts it, I’m making up for lost time.
I don’t know what the future holds but the summer is looking to be quite busy even without having a full-time job. I’ve been nominated to be the director of our Sunday School’s Vacation Bible School where we’ll be heading to New Martinsville, W.V. I’ve also volunteered to teach at my local church’s vacation bible school.
God’s given me an opportunity to take the time to relax and do some of His work, I’m excited for the chance.
I’m from a southern town where most of the boys favorite thing to do is hunt. Now I’ve never found the idea of sitting in a cold wooded area early in the morning waiting for a creature that I can take the life away from all that appealing, but I think I may know how it feels.
I’m looking for a job, but not just a job. I’m looking for one that I will actually enjoy. I know, I’m a recent college graduate who wants to be picky about her next job when the unemployment rate is the highest it’s ever been. Call me optimistic.
So I’m on the hunt. Seeking the perfect job for me, wherever it may be.
But the hunt is not as exciting as the word implies. First there’s the waiting. Like an old man sitting in a chair deep in the woods I am sitting at my computer just waiting for Careerbuilder, Monster or JournalismJobs to get back to me that they’ve found the perfect job for me.
But that’s just the beginning. The hunt is about finding that perfect 10 pointer and similar to the boys wearing green, brown and orange peering through the thick to see the deer I am peering into the thick to see who’s hiring and who will take me.
I’ve applied at American Cancer Society, Zimmerman Agency, countless newspapers and written several companies about freelance opportunities, now I just need the deer to show.
When the time comes for the kill, or the interview I’m waiting for, I need to be ready. Hunters wait for hours for an instant chance to get the deer. Those of us unfortunate enough to be unemployed are waiting for that one interview, the one chance to show that you are the one thing their company has been missing and if we blow that one chance another might not come.
Then comes the best part. That part where everyone walks by my fridge and sees the deer in my hand. Let me explain.
I have a friend Meagan who loves hunting, possibly more than all the boys. While checking around the kitchen for food on one of my visits to her house I see the most disgusting picture ever taken. Meagan is grinning from ear to ear holding her massive deer, blood dripping. When I asked about the picture she proudly told me all about her hunting experience.
When it’s my turn to get my deer, I’ll tell everyone all about my hunting experience.
In the meantime though, I’m enjoying what hunters would deem as the waiting portion, what takes the longest. I’ve decided to enjoy this time where I am unemployed, out of school and out of responsibilities. I’ll be volunteering with the cancer society, teaching a Vacation Bible School class, preparing for a mission trip, heading to New York, Utah and Louisiana.
For those thinking, “You’re unemployed!?! Why are you traveling the world with no source of income?”
Well, the beauty of degrading myself to move back in with the folks means I have money saved, no rent and groceries in the fridge. The best part, my parents are being incredibly supportive with the idea of taking my time to find the job I will love.
In the meantime, I’ll hunt for the small deer that will give me just a little dough.
I wrote this in September, I should have known…
I sit, I stand, I walk around but the minute has not changed and I still have an hour to go. I graduated from college a little over a month ago and have been in the working force for a day less than a month, and I hate it. I hate the sitting and staring at the clock, I hate that my brain continual hurts from not doing anything exciting, at all. I hate that I am confined into a small area and I hate that the people I spend the most time with now are my co-workers. I hate my job. Why is it I am forced to follow someone else’s guidelines and schedule, I am just a slave to this place, this awful place.
Maybe I’m being a little over dramatic, I work at a small weekly newspaper close to my hometown, so yes this does mean that I moved back in with mom and dad, I am not ashamed. Mom makes my lunch and cooks dinner, because I am always the last one home, but this time around I do pay bills and I am only living at home for a few years to save up money for school, oh how I miss school.
Eight hours of sitting at a desk staring at a computer is not my idea of a good time. I do enjoy the computer in relaxed settings where my every move is not monitored, but at work you have to be on guard and always aware that the boss will look to see what you’ve been doing. And as she has already told you, she owns the software that tells her every move you make on this demon of a laptop that sits at your tiny desk next to the doorway that causes you to have to move every time someone walks into the room, the joys I face five days a week.
Not to mention that last night was my breaking point, I had had it. The day was bad, not terribly bad, just not good. I couldn’t get my blasted camera to work, I finally caught up and did an online video and no one said anything yet gushed over my peer’s video, which I might add they have done every time she has made her 20 videos, sorry I was a journalism major.
Then that same peer decided to so kindly critique my writing, despite the fact that I have had many internships and went to one of the top schools for journalism, I just don’t seem to put any emotion in my articles. And the fact that I have been there for a month and was still the outsider, and never actually spoken to or invited to anything. No, nothing out of the ordinary, but on my way to a school board meeting, after work hours, driving my 40 minute commute, I lost it. And once the tears started rolling they could not be stopped. Once at the meeting I was able to wash my face with cold water and get through the incredibly boring meeting, but once in my car again the tears came. Once the floodgates are open there is no turning back.
