I realize that this lockdown was probably the best time for me to reignite my blog fire, but like many of us I’m sure your coronavirus plans didn’t go well, as planned. Instead of giving you a user friendly breakdown of what happened to me, I’ll link you out to an article that can better explain it (because truly who doesn’t love a good link out)
For those of you who are wondering, I’m Lindsey and yes, that my family and I in the article , but for my friends who don’t like reading, I’ll sum it up.
- I was told I was going to WFH for two week, flights were $78 one way so I booked a trip to see my parents for 2 weeks and WFH whoohoo!
- After 6 days of WFH myself along with 400 others were let go
- Everyone in New York was fucked
- LOL stay-at-home orders began, I was funemployed so me and my suitcase of 3 t-shirts decided to stay in Florida
- For the next 3 months I ate, practiced my splits, cut off all the straight hair (yes I’m back to my natural roots), read, learned how to make macaroni & cheese, attended 389 zoom calls, had my first Hennessy slushi, helped my mom decorate the house, mowed my parents lawn twice, saw my grandparents, and watched an astonishing amount of TV (I’m actually embarassed to list out all the shows but a small sampling includes – 90 Days before the 90 Days, Married at First Sight – Charlotte, 90 Days the other way, Upload, Insecure – who hasn’t, Too Hot to Handle, Chefs Table, Singapore Social..and that’s all I’m going to reveal)
- I drove to DC with my mom
- Drove to NYC by myself
- Shit really hit the fan, I protested, went to vigils and all around felt depressed
So now logically I’m going back to the scene of the crime aka Florida in a few days!
Horray for Corona
PS. I started a new job Monday, thanks for all your t’s and p’s
Another day another $10/hour.
I have now moved on to working as a receptionist at a real estate company. Said real estate company provides employees who request free housing. We all know where I’ll be trying to wiggle my way into.
But seriously, these people have some big bucks. The office is located in a very nice, very exclusive and trendy part of Manhattan [and a convenient 10 minute commute from my apartment] and unfortunately for me they are not looking for new hires, but anyways — moving on.
While on the job I’ve compiled a list of things I do and don’t enjoy .
- I do enjoy the fact that I don’t need to follow traditional office dress rules
- If I screw up it doesn’t matter…I don’t work there
- I don’t enjoy that the person who hired me to temp, doesn’t even know who I am
- The lunch possibilities are endless – Pinkberry delivers
- I get to participate in all the office gossip with none of the guilt or nervousness associated with consequences of adding my two cents
- I enjoy getting a pacycheck
- I don’t enjoy how small it is
- I like structure
- But then again I don’t. I haven’t gotten a chance to marathon Breaking Bad in soooo long
All in all I would say things are going pretty good. I’m not tied down, I still have time to work on my site, It’s a pretty good life.
However; I still don’t have benefits.
Looks like things are about to get a lot more salacious my munchkins because I’m moving back to New York [ ie. not the Bronx].
Despite a lack of job, apartment and dental insurance.
Wish me luck
So you’ve put out 20 or 85 resumes and you’ve finally heard back from someone! yay! It’s probably been so long that you’ve forgotten what companies you’ve applied to. You’re excited! Gone are the days of lounging around the house all day, watching all your favorite TV shows, eating endless amounts of Frosted Cheerios at 2:30 pm, and having casual lunches with friends at 4. Finally you’ve entered the real world, you have a bedtime, you have a desk, a computer, a phone, and if you’re lucky a time sheet. Then, after a week, you realize it sucks.
Working is terrible.
I hate waking up early, I hate answering the phone, I hate driving to work, I hate punching in on a time card, I hate having to smile at co-workers at 8:30 in the morning and I especially hate having to put on pants, every.single.day.
You think work life is filled with happy hours, flirting with co-workers, and cute work clothes. You’ll finally be able to save up enough money to buy that fabulous blazer from Zara or those casual nude pumps from Steve Madden, until you see your paycheck and realize that $10 an hour is actually $7 an hour….thank you, taxes.
When I was younger, I thought dressing like an adult meant dressing like one of the girls from Sex and the City, imagine my surprise when I discovered this what not the case. One thing a lot of graduates struggle with is wardrobe transitioning from college to real world. Neon bandeaus and leather jeggings are not appropriate for real life, and no 5-inch heels are not business casual. It’s a shock to the system and there will be times when you will slip up and forget that you’re at a 9-5 and not your 3 p.m. math class. There will be times when you try to pair your thigh high heels with a blazer, and attempt to rock a sheer blouse with some business pumps, but as time goes on you will learn.
“Oh man, you know I’m just applying for a job”
“Yea, I’m out here trying to get this money”
” I’m just doing some job hunting”
Applying for a job is a never-ending saga. There are so many job sites and a seemingly endless list of jobs posted. My question is, who is getting hired for these jobs? And where are they located? No one I know is working at any of them. I’m certainly not working at any of them. What’s going on?
The other day my dad suggested I print out my resume and go to a radio station to try and find a job. Unfortunately for both of us, this isn’t 1982 and most companies have a little thing I like to call security that prevents people from barging in and demanding to speak to the president of the company.
Everything is digital, applying for jobs consists of trolling job sites like indeed, media bistro and monster.com. It sucks
It sucks because you know your resume will most likely never see the light of day. You’ll get one of those automated email responses like: ” Thank you for applying to this position. If we are interested in moving forward with the application process, someone will be in contact with you”.
Please let me help ease you’re nerves while your waiting, you won’t hear from them. IF you’re lucky you might get the generic “We regret to inform you that you have not been selected for this position, please continue to check our website for future opportunities”.
You’ll check back, reapply and the whole cycle will repeat itself.