I Will Survive (hey hey)

I have officially been unemployed for a week.

It's an odd thing to wake up in the morning and not have to rush anywhere. I'm starting to lose track of my days; everyday feels like Saturday. I am living in an endless weekend. I'm watching approximately 7 episodes of Sons of Anarchy per day (which, if you asked, I could talk your ear off about all of the emotional trauma I've endured by watching that show...masochist? Nooo...) while eating poptarts and couscous. I look at jobs online, eat, watch some Netflix, and sometimes nap. Here's a list of additional things I've started doing to fill my days:

1. Cleaning my apartment- like really cleaning it, even getting that crap out from behind the sofa.
2. Writing new arrangements for Miley Cyrus songs and contemplating whether they're good enough to be put up on YouTube (so far, they haven't been, but it's a great stress reliever to create something wonderfully awful.)
3. Attempting to cook.
4. Reconnecting with old friends and family members; this is probably my favorite part so far about being unemployed. Now, I actually have time to talk to my 80-something year old grandma and pick her brain about life and the lessons she's learned along the way. She doesn't always understand why I act/do the things I do, but that's more because of the years between us than anything else. She supports me, and that shouldn't be taken for granted.

It's not a picnic. Leading the charmed, unemployed life means reading endless emails of rejection after rejection. Even after a week, I can feel that it's started to take its toll. On a small scale, I love being busy. I love being productive, and I love working with people, but none of those things are really happening right now. On a much larger scale, it's like I have 5 different, perfectly fulfilling options about where my career could take me, but I have no clue about how to get to any of them. I'm hungry, and not for more poptarts. I want the life I was promised when I first started college- not an easy life, but a life where I feel like I have a chance.

And then I remember I am merely a statistic; 22 and unemployed??? Pfft, I'll let you know when I actually have something earth-shattering to talk about, America.