BotherMeOro

Well, the last time I wrote a journal entry, it was June 2012. That was over a year ago, and after reading through what I had written down, I realize just how much my life has actually changed. For one thing, I was able to fiiiiinnnnaaaaalllly find a job. Is it relevant to what I went to school for? That's debatable, but I do rather enjoy what I'm doing now, so I don't think it really matters as much. Funny thing is, instead of being the one sending out millions of resumes a day to various places, I'm now the person receiving all these resumes, filtering through them, and determining whether or not they're suitable for the particular job at

Commissions. For the love of all things good in life, give me something to do with my time. I'm also up for art trades, as well as doing any sort of colouring for drawings, etc. Now, onto other things. I sort of got sick of the fruitless searches for any sort of journalism or design jobs because no one ever replies to your calls or emails in Toronto. Not even to say, "No thank you." Three words, they take five seconds to type, and fewer to speak. It was just a depressing situation. That aside, my days have been pretty upbeat. I've got a part-time job in a wonderful accessories store; this is both good (I'm earning money) and bad (the

So, my graduation day is slowly approaching. Which is all fine and dandy, but so is the end of summer. Why can't I seem to find a job? This is absolutely infuriating. I've been searching high and low for jobs in my field, but to no avail. Then I just started searching for jobs in any field; when you get desperate, you don't really care anymore. So long as it's not prostitution and it pays well, I'm all for it. The amount of people who require years of experience in jobs that are supposed to be entry-level is ridiculous; this is why they are called ENTRY-level positions, you twits. This is why people are complaining that they need a job, but