Friday, August 31, 2012

And the Search Begins...

In case you weren't aware, I'm still at camp. Well, I am AT camp, but camp itself is over. There are some groups that use our facilities after the kids leave in August, and I'm part of the support staff. It's been...interesting. So far I've played lifeguard (aka, I have a great tan), filled many coolers, painted some floors, cleaned up rotting shingles, driven all over in a golf cart, swept a lot, and battled some mice.

my camp; it's pretty

The nicest part of post-camp life is that it affords a bunch of random down time. Time for naps, spontaneous grocery shopping, walks, and sitting around on the backs of the golf cart. It also leaves a lot of time for us unemployed types to job search. I actually was refusing to even look at jobs until last week, when literally every person at camp--including the full-time people--were looking at jobs. And then I felt lame. And then I read that ANOTHER person I know is engaged, which always makes me feel behind in the milestone game. So I decided to be proactive.

After 2 hours and some stressed jaw clenching, I emerged from the internet with exactly one job that I am 100% sure I can land.

WOW!!! LOVE ITTTTT!!! #optimism

It's interesting being in my position. I've been working for over 4 years now, and I have yet to find a career I can tolerate for more than 9 months at a time. "But what do you want to do?" Great question everyone. Don't you think if I knew the answer I would be working towards it? It's not that I don't appreciate offers of help, but it's getting a little redundant at this point. I'm entering my 5th year as an uninsured American (yes, seriously), and trust me, I am trying.

Honestly, it's not as bad as all that. In my entire life as a job-holding person, I have had maybe 10 days where I needed work and didn't have it. I'm damn lucky in the grand scheme of things. The toughest part is looking around at my peers and feeling behind. In the end, though, I don't plan on measuring my success against anyone else. That's just a recipe for disaster.

I am simply going to enjoy my last weekend at camp, helping host a wedding, and then relax for a week in Boston/Maine with my lovely au-Parisian (see what I did there?) friends. When I get back to Athens, it will all work itself out in the end. Or it won't! And then you will find me on the corner....

I perfected my street performance in Paris

....PERFORMING for tips. It hasn't come to THAT.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Quarter-Life Crisis....Question Mark?

When things are changing in my life, I like to document it. Something about the transition gives me motivation to record my thoughts. Maybe it's a little masochistic, especially this time around. Or maybe it's just my natural, ever-present narcissism, aka human nature. Whatever the reasoning behind it, my gentle readers, just sit and enjoy. Critique. Judge. Do what people do when they read blogs. (Admire? Too much?)

remember when I lived in Paris? THAT was a fun blog

So here's the situation: I'm about to move home. And it's a Big Deal. I've been out in the Real World for approximately four years, and haven't spent more than 7 weeks chez mes parents since I was 18. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and all that jazz, but's gonna be weird. Can't deny it.

luckily my parents are excited...these are the faces they made when I said I was moving home

In addition to that, I am without a job. Yeah, I'm working on it, but I'm not sure if you're aware of the current state of the economy. Times are tough, especially in small-town Ohio. On my radar: substitute teaching, with an emphasis on French (imagine my surprise when I found out I was qualified to fill-in long term for French teachers state-wide). However, I actually have little to no idea of what will actually earn me any money.

(Shameless plug: if you want my resumé, I can email it to you. I'm pretty qualified to do stuff with kids, mindless office work, probably heavy labor, and/or anything you want to pay me to do, really. I'm good at exaggerating.)

I don't even make fun of kids who get gum all over them
And finally, I'm like the MOST single person in the history of the universe right now. It's especially helpful that my brother is now married and my sister is apparently bringing her Scottish boyfriend back with her for Christmas (from Japan...I don't get it either). It's fun enough being without a job, place to live, or health insurance; can't waiiiiit to start dating in the town that couldn't even get me a first kiss until I was nearly 17.

tiny Natalie has no idea what lies ahead
Through all this animosity (#firstworldproblems) I plan to remain positive, hilarious, and weirdly at peace. That's why I'm making this blog, I think, truly. What better way to NOT wallow in my lame-ness than by posting self-deprecating smackdowns all over the internet? That's what I thought. I refuse to throw myself a pity party here; instead, and cheesily enough, I'm hoping documenting all this sh*t will inspire myself (and you?) to live more in the present, to appreciate what I DO have, and to not take myself so dang seriously.

You in?