I plan to turn my blog into a record of this quest I am on. Like so many recent graduates, I am stumbling through the dried up job market. Even better, with no money, I've been forced to move in with my parents.
I'm sure most young adults are aware that moving back in with your parents is... well, it sucks. In high school, I was required to always let them know where I was or was going. Now the stakes are higher. They call me throughout the day, look over my shoulder at my screen, ask for rundowns of my days. What are my plans? Have I considered this? Did I get the emailS they sent me?
After applying to a handful of clerical jobs through IU Health that my stepmother found, I stumbled on a few jobs myself. I found a "social networking position." --My boyfriend calls it "corporate trolling." I went through the 8hr training coarse and worked hard to try to get a handle on it. When applying, I thought I would be running a blog, Twitter, or Facebook page for a company I was assigned. That's not exactly what the position called for.
On top of the "social networking position," I got a call from a friend saying a friend of his had posted that her workplace was looking for an editor. A couple of phone calls and messages later, I sent my resume to the girl's boss. I got an email a couple days later and an interview several days after that.
I interview well... at least I thought I did. I'm friendly and speak well. However, no one had ever explained what a "working interview" is. The interviewer, thankfully a very friendly and patient woman, had me edit a few pages and then sat me down to InDesign. Editing is not a problem for me... in fact, I'm one of those strange people that enjoys it.
My resume says I have experience with InDesign and Photoshop... perhaps I should have explained the experience I have was forcibly learned in less than two months. I learned a lot for such a small time period but I have no experience with formatting for a print piece. Given a couple of weeks, I would easily pick up enough tricks to have a working knowledge. That's not exactly what the interviewer got to see.
After struggling for over an hour, I had the heavy feeling she was distinctly disappointed.
So here I am. I have a confusing and embarrassing job that feels an awful lot like a scam. I am waiting not so patiently for a call back on an interview. And today...I am headed to my dad's workplace to interview for an unpaid internship.
The internship is a great opportunity but it's not getting me any closer to leaving my parents' house.
I'm sure most young adults are aware that moving back in with your parents is... well, it sucks. In high school, I was required to always let them know where I was or was going. Now the stakes are higher. They call me throughout the day, look over my shoulder at my screen, ask for rundowns of my days. What are my plans? Have I considered this? Did I get the emailS they sent me?
After applying to a handful of clerical jobs through IU Health that my stepmother found, I stumbled on a few jobs myself. I found a "social networking position." --My boyfriend calls it "corporate trolling." I went through the 8hr training coarse and worked hard to try to get a handle on it. When applying, I thought I would be running a blog, Twitter, or Facebook page for a company I was assigned. That's not exactly what the position called for.
On top of the "social networking position," I got a call from a friend saying a friend of his had posted that her workplace was looking for an editor. A couple of phone calls and messages later, I sent my resume to the girl's boss. I got an email a couple days later and an interview several days after that.
I interview well... at least I thought I did. I'm friendly and speak well. However, no one had ever explained what a "working interview" is. The interviewer, thankfully a very friendly and patient woman, had me edit a few pages and then sat me down to InDesign. Editing is not a problem for me... in fact, I'm one of those strange people that enjoys it.
My resume says I have experience with InDesign and Photoshop... perhaps I should have explained the experience I have was forcibly learned in less than two months. I learned a lot for such a small time period but I have no experience with formatting for a print piece. Given a couple of weeks, I would easily pick up enough tricks to have a working knowledge. That's not exactly what the interviewer got to see.
After struggling for over an hour, I had the heavy feeling she was distinctly disappointed.
So here I am. I have a confusing and embarrassing job that feels an awful lot like a scam. I am waiting not so patiently for a call back on an interview. And today...I am headed to my dad's workplace to interview for an unpaid internship.
The internship is a great opportunity but it's not getting me any closer to leaving my parents' house.
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