<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:19:29.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Cover Letters, 8 Resumes, No Job</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-8348746173956593949</id><published>2008-08-13T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:31:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes things to write pop in my head. Here's one of them I've written up today. Eventually I'd like to polish this up into something I could get published. It's very rough…read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't been to the entire Midwest, but to me, Kansas is the best part of the entire country. A man old enough to be my grand dad told me that visitors to his farm in southwestern Kansas always think the drive there is boring. "They must not be looking around then," he says with a smile. I quietly agree thinking of the Flint Hills, the area that surrounds his acreage. The Flint Hills is an area with gently loping hills and limestone outcroppings that surround the highway that goes through them. The only two times I've driven through them I've been awed. The first time, it was autumn and most people might have thought it was dead land. But to me it was beautiful waves of gold and light brown. Cows graze and gaze at passing cars from behind wire and post fences. The sun was going down behind the hills and some of the leftover tall grass was waving in the wind. It was sparse, harsh and beautiful in the way that a lone soldier who has survived a terrible battle is beautiful. The second time it was summer and a rainstorm had just passed. The hills were covered in short vibrant green grass that looked like the algae that lies on top of dormant ponds. Between the grass covering rich black soil popped and tiny limestone crevices made their presence known by the color differentiation. There are no real cities in the Flint Hills, so no buildings obscured my view of the thunderstorm ahead of us. For miles and miles gray-blue clouds blanketed the sky and rich green grass lay on the land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I want to drive to the middle of Kansas to find out what's there. The thing you learn about this state is it's so different from place to place. While the Flint Hills is an obvious beauty to anyone with brains to look at it, the eastern part of the state can look barren year round. In summer, going south to Moran, KS I notice the whole earth seems to have come from a sepia toned photograph. The grass is parched and the same light yellow that aged linen has. The sky is a light blue even though it's 110 degrees out. The clouds are the only things that are noticeable. They're big, fluffy cotton balls floating around like the clouds you see in the Mario Brother's games, except in 3-D. I know that sounds silly, but that's really what they remind me of. The spring brings color to the east. Bright green corn stalks stand tall above the dark brown earth. Little soy sprouts come out of the dirt to play with the sun. Deer graze by the highway in the evening and the stars twinkle most bright in the evening blue sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the funny thing about seasons in Kansas. There are only two seasons where people can be outside all day, fall and spring. And boy, are they beautiful seasons. The air is a perfect 65 degrees, just right for a pumpkin patch or for bike riding in the park. But those seasons are over quickly, too quickly. Winter and summer are the eternity months. In winter, only crazy people go outside. It can be 20 below easy on any given day. We get ice storms in October. Summer is just the opposite. It's 120 degrees out and grandmas and grandpas with no a/c are dying in the heat. Going outside leads to unthinkably fast dehydration and overheating. But the funny thing is, it can be minus 20 one day or 120 and then the next day it's 75 degrees outside, sunny and perfect. That's what's the best about this place. The weather teaches us to be grateful for good days when we have them. On those rare perfect days in winter or summer, everyone goes back outside, everyone is in a good mood, and no one is impatient to wait on anyone else. It's a happier place and everyone who's the enjoying the day really takes time to slow down and soak in the deliciousness of the beauty, because they know it could easily be gone the next day. It's like the alternative Midwestern motto, "if you don't like the weather, wait two seconds and it'll change." But it's the inverse. "Enjoy what you have today, for tomorrow it will not be like this and then you'll have to wait another month or week to get it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read Laura Ingalls Wilder books when I grew up and I remember when her family came to Kansas. She and her father looked out at the plains. "It looks endless, doesn't it?" He asked her. "Yes," she breathed, wondering where the earth met the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-8348746173956593949?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/8348746173956593949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=8348746173956593949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/8348746173956593949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/8348746173956593949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/08/kansas.html' title='Kansas'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-5213507852022747050</id><published>2008-08-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:10:18.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the honeymoon</title><content type='html'>I'm married. It's wonderful. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-5213507852022747050?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/5213507852022747050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=5213507852022747050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/5213507852022747050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/5213507852022747050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-honeymoon.html' title='End of the honeymoon'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-4685690669950814448</id><published>2008-08-01T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:49:59.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s a thriller…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting married tomorrow, which is awesome. I've spent the last two weeks running around like a mad woman getting everything finished for the wedding. Suffice it to say, I've been exhausted. We've both been exhausted. Too exhausted to even talk about our first dance until last night. We decided to do a waltz/slow dance type of thing, but not before looking up wedding dances on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there we found and &lt;strong&gt;entire wedding party&lt;/strong&gt; doing the Thriller dance. Now, I think this is adorable. The bride looked like she was having a real crappy time, but at least she did it. All I could think about was what if I had to learn and teach everyone those dance moves…on top of everything I've been doing?! Ack! My head hurt a little bit. I dunno how people pull off these crazy weddings; they must have a wedding planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to wedding la-la land!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-4685690669950814448?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/4685690669950814448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=4685690669950814448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/4685690669950814448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/4685690669950814448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-thriller.html' title='It’s a thriller…'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-6013470348559444304</id><published>2008-07-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:58:20.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a job!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY after writing out 12 different resumes and writing ANOTHER damn cover letter and filling out a HUGE AmeriCorp application....drum roll please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A JOB!!!! WOOOOHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about this job, if you can't tell. It's a salaried position with the Youth Volunteer Corp. I'm going to be a Leader of sorts. Basically, I work on several volunteer projects every week with kids 11-18. I organize events and kids, help form a youth advisory board and help write a newsletter, among other things. The people there seem very enthusiastic (which you get at a lot of non-profits) and I'm just super-pumped to start in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pay, it's crapola. $11,400 for a year of service. That's what they call it in AmeriCorp. When you say you'll work for them, you basically sign a contract that says you will work for a full year and that you will put in so many hours on the job. I have to put in 1700 hours before Sept. 2, 2009. Then once I do that, I get a $4700 education voucher (which I'm going to use to pay off part of my loans). So that's a huge bonus at the end of the year. PLUS  I get paid for mileage to an from the office and to and from job sites. This is a huge bonus as well because from the house that we will be moving into (hopefully), the drive to the office is 25 miles. So I'll be making a 50 mile commute every day (that's going to take an hour each way...wahoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping this blog. However, I' m going to write about the job and more personal things on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are biscuits and gravy waiting for me. On that note, I leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-6013470348559444304?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/6013470348559444304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=6013470348559444304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/6013470348559444304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/6013470348559444304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-got-job.html' title='I&apos;ve got a job!'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-2939269241349320362</id><published>2008-07-22T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:28:28.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already went to the mall…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name that song and I'll give you a huge prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously, I really suck at trying to keep a blog on one topic (you should know this because of how  rarely I've been updating). I went for an interview last week with the Youth Volunteer Corp of America and it seems like a way cool job. Only drawbacks? I have to commit myself until next September to working there full-time and it only makes 11k for the whole year. However, they pay for mileage to and from job sites and the office, so there's a huuuuge perk. I'm still waiting to hear from the schools I applied to for teachers aide positions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, now I'm bored of talking about jobs. They're not interesting and anyway, I can't focus on this damn topic! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear readers (you probably number in the zeros), I'm getting married next Saturday and it's consumed my brain. Now I know how the wedding industry manages to squeeze an average of 23,000 from couples; they hire a very expensive wedding planner so they don't have to worry about it. Seriously, I barely have a job and all I can do is worry about the details for my wedding. Do you know what my job is? Tutoring! One person! Still, all I can think about is this wedding. Then my soon to be mother-in-law goes off the deep end, I totally lose my respect for her, she threatens not to come, then when we tell her that's ok if she doesn't come, she changes her mind. That's also all I can think about. How do I treat a woman who has insulted me, my family and my future husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer me that and I'll give you another huge prize…we're talking, a book or something. The book would be the book I want right now: The Quilters Complete Guide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-2939269241349320362?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/2939269241349320362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=2939269241349320362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/2939269241349320362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/2939269241349320362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/07/already-went-to-mall.html' title='Already went to the mall…'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-6194504362076462895</id><published>2008-07-20T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:52:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 years ago, I was 11 and in the summer between fifth and sixth grade. I had asked Mitch to be my boyfriend, FINALLY, after wishing on a star (literally) for many nights. 10 years ago, we were walking around a creek and he showed me his "secret path" to get to the creek faster. I was enjoying the sunny, warm day and entranced by the water moving slowly in the creek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 years later, I still remember where that path is and have frequently walked down it when in need of a spiritual lift. I still turn to the outdoors whenever I am feeling sad and need the world to remind me again that there are others out there and a lot more life to this planet than just mine, or even human life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 years later, I am getting married to the most wonderful man I have ever met (besides my daddy) in two weeks. We're getting a house soon and with that comes with a mortgage. I'm a little bewildered at how my life has turned into the normal get a husband, get a house, maybe have babies schtick, but then I remember the path it took to get here, then I don't think it's so normal. It has been a few very hard years emotionally as I have grown up too fast for my own good. At first, I learned the pain that comes with moving out of one's parents house and trying to fit your life in with another's seemingly alone. However, the pain has subsided and I have already learned so much from this wonderful man and can now enjoy our relationship knowing that it's one of the strongest I've ever been witness to. I know I will learn to accept the idea of having a house to take care of, instead of going on frequent vacations or traveling everywhere in the world. I know I can handle, and enjoy, whatever comes my way because I have this man beside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 years later, I know my life has been and is amazing and it is something I'm grateful for every day. I hope I never lose this gratefulness, no matter what life throws my way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-6194504362076462895?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/6194504362076462895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=6194504362076462895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/6194504362076462895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/6194504362076462895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-years-ago.html' title='10 years ago'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-7362145204862647011</id><published>2008-07-09T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:45:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a very hard thing at 21 to know what you're passionate about, or to know what passion even is. You would think after living for two decades, I would know the definition of that word, but I'm not sure I do. However, if  I dig deep, I can tell you what I refuse to give up in my life. It's one thing that's been incredibly important to me for as long as I can remember. I lose it every now and then in the face of obstacles, but it always returns to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's my idealism. You see, I have very high expectations from life and the world in general. I expect to obtain a job that I love through and through. I expect that when I die, I will have no regrets and will have lived my life as I wanted to. I expect to see the world and to read every book. Finally, I expect to make an impact on the world and to be remembered long after I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I truly believe these things can happen. I am deeply unsettled when I find myself settling. I will not do what will just do for right now. I have had many people tell me I am setting myself up for disappointment. Especially in the career field. If I have enough money or am creative enough, I will surely see much of the world. If I have enough late night reading sessions, I will surely read all the books I think are most important. But no one can tell how a career will turn out. I had a career counselor tell me most people are happy 60 per cent of the time in their career. That's not good enough for me. I demand at least 80 per cent happiness, if not 90. I do not expect my job to be a moneymaker for me, but a vehicle to help me accomplish what I want in this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-7362145204862647011?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/7362145204862647011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=7362145204862647011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/7362145204862647011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/7362145204862647011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/07/idealism.html' title='Idealism'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-2803605421537559238</id><published>2008-07-06T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:09:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To interview or not to interview …</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my question now. As I said in the last post, I'm getting my M.A. after finishing with my undergrad. I'd like to get all the experience in education I can before that happens. So I'm busy applying madly to any and all school districts that are a reasonable distance from where I live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, this week I have two interviews to go to for communications positions. Should I go to them even though I know I don't want to take those jobs anymore? Even though I know I would quit them if something in the education field came along? I don't think so, but I don't know if that's right. A lot of times I act on gut instinct and my gut is telling me I might regret not going. But this is the same gut that changes its mind all the time and my mind is made up. There is no changing the path from here. I'm doing education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why the sudden set path? Why the freak out over never getting hired as a marketer or PR gal? Number one: I'm getting married very soon. Number two: We're probably buying a house (pending owner approval) very shortly after that wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh. Sweet. Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm only 21! The marriage thing is fine. We've been together for 3.5 years and getting married is really just showing our families that we're committed to each other. We're legalizing our togetherness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the house. The house is freaking me out. The weight of a $1300 mortgage begins to feel very heavy on my shoulders. We sat down and made a budget of what life looks like until I get a job where I make over $6,000 a year and it looks terrible. We bring in about 4k a month. About a third of that goes to the mortgage. Then we budgeted for utilities, food and savings. What's left over is $200 a month for the two of us to entertain ourselves. Oh yeah, that's with a $300 food budget, which breaks to down to $10 a day for the two of us. I need to start clipping coupons. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is why I'm deciding on a path that gets me to a career that is almost guaranteed. Teachers are needed. Teachers (combined with my fiancee's salary) make a good salary. Teachers get 2 months off a year. Before I was looking for a job that made me completely happy. Now I'm looking for one that would make me happy most of the time and offer some nice perks (summer vacation anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, to interview or not to interview. That's now the question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-2803605421537559238?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/2803605421537559238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=2803605421537559238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/2803605421537559238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/2803605421537559238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-interview-or-not-to-interview.html' title='To interview or not to interview …'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-4545928461306128586</id><published>2008-07-05T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:35:50.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep swimmin’</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. I do like "Finding Nemo." I think Ellen DeGeneres is hysterical. That has nothing to do with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to stop putting the "next time I'll write about" bits on the ends of these posts. It never works out how I want it to, but that's how it goes when anything has something to do with my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you know how I talked earlier about lowering my expectations for a career? Well, I'm finally going to do it. I had a meltdown last night about how being English major means I'm competing with a bajillion other English majors for a job and how I'm not guaranteed to get any kind of job that offers a living wage. I want to write, but I don't think I'm very good at it. But I found a job that will let me write a few months out of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right, teaching. I'm going to finish up my BA in English, then go into the Masters in Education program at Rockhurst university. The program is pretty neat; students only go to night classes and there are four terms per year—fall, spring, summer I and summer II. All told, I can most likely finish my masters in about 2 years of night classes. For right now, I'm going to apply for jobs in education. I've been looking at support staff positions at public schools all around the metro and I'm going to apply like mad. This means, I'll finish out my BA the next two semesters part-time, BUT I'd be working full-time and pulling in about 15k/year. I wouldn't even work for two months with that salary … not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What brought this on? My fiancée pointed out that I always go into something gung-ho and then back off the minute anything goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Just pick something and then go through with it! Through hell or high water, just do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sage advice. And it's what I'm doing. Come hell or high water, I'm getting my M.Ed. in elementary education (and try to get certified to teach in middle school after that). Nothing will stop me. I believe it will be a 70/30 happy/unhappy job. I mean really, I like kids. Being a teacher at that level lets you have more fun with your lesson plans. And if I have a masters I'll get paid more. What's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-4545928461306128586?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/4545928461306128586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=4545928461306128586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/4545928461306128586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/4545928461306128586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-keep-swimmin.html' title='Just keep swimmin’'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-634010174242021476</id><published>2008-07-02T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:02:03.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s hate/really hate relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I said I would tell you how you know you hate or love your job. But really, am I qualified to do this? I just found out I'm going have a 60/40 split of happiness/unhappiness at my job. And that the hole in my soul that longs to be filled with a warm, glow-y "I'm useful" feeling probably won't be filled by my career. Oh yeah, and that all of my ideals about my job are too idealistic. I'm a little weird. I've been looking forward to my career since &lt;em&gt;third grade.&lt;/em&gt; I know that's strange. I never dreamt about the perfect man or my wedding … just about what I'd be doing with my life. My career would equal my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I've placed so much emphasis on a career, I've been very picky when it comes to jobs. I quit if I hate it; I never stay places for the money. Here are the signs I have when I totally hate a job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dread going back the second day/after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punching myself in the face and/or boob is a better option than doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to murder someone in my car after leaving because I'm so angry I have to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't respect my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously consider living in my parent's basement for the rest of my life rather than face this horrific unhappiness day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I walk around talking to myself. The conversations are mostly what I would say to my idiot boss and/or co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't make up a nice sounding excuse when I quit; and I don't feel bad about quitting either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow: My phone interview&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-634010174242021476?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/634010174242021476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=634010174242021476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/634010174242021476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/634010174242021476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-hatereally-hate-relationship.html' title='It’s hate/really hate relationship'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-3963182946065195594</id><published>2008-06-30T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:34:47.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quasi-interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm changing the topic today in lieu of a quasi-job interview. I contacted the person at the Student Activities Office of my school to talk about working there. I have an idea that I may like helping to plan stuff for people to do. I like to plan parties, so this seems like it'd be pretty close to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a little confused on how to act. This isn't exactly an interview. I e-mailed her to ask if I could get a job there. She told me to come in to talk about an internship. So it sounds like if I want a job, I have it. But I'm not sure how to dress or if it's appropriate to take my resume. We're also going to talk about working in a student activities office for a career, so that's a little informal, right? I think I'll wear jeans and a nice shirt and take my resume. That sounds like it should be right for something this casual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, later! How to know you hate a job or that you love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-3963182946065195594?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/3963182946065195594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=3963182946065195594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/3963182946065195594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/3963182946065195594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/06/quasi-interview.html' title='A quasi-interview'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-7908383841733659799</id><published>2008-06-28T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:13:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My job history is like a soap opera …</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;… And if I were to name my job history, I'd name it "All My Joblins" or "(2) Days of My Jobs" (c'mon, get it? Get it? I have way too much time on my hands).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no clue in what direction I'm going, but here is the list (as much as I can remember) of what jobs I've had and still have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza Hut waitress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleric/Kit put-er together-er/Receptionist/Jr. PR person/Office tools fixer (still have this job! Woohooo! 3 years strong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Library stocker/Collections Van driver (quit one day after starting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zio's waitress (quit before starting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red Lobster waitress (quit one week after starting, all that corporate hoo-ha really freaked me out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papa John's Delivery Driver (don't do this if you like to work with people, it'll make you want to go postal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Office Receptionist (if your boss tells you to do one thing, and the lady in accounting tells you to do another and you do what the lady in accounting told you to because she's standing over your shoulder, and your boss yells at you for it—tell her you did because the lady in accounting told you to. Otherwise you look incredibly stupid and they will fire you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Troop Leader for Campfire kids (Loved. This. Job.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temp job at Housing and Urban Development Dept. (I sat in an office all day and reorganized files. Then I reorganized the file room. The highlight was when I got to call people and make appointments. Thank god for books on tape.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-profit volunteer (Also a fantastic job, I got to work with kids again. It was the adults who were disappointing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer for college publication (this is where I started to develop my writing chops and really begin to love writing and researching.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Academic Essay tutor (Still do this for two people. It's actually really fun and makes me feel useful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newspaper intern (Did a lot of research, but also learned a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Office Manager (Quit after one week. They wanted me to do bookkeeping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temp office job (Quit at lunch. I felt kind of bad about that one, but it was going to be sitting at a computer for 8 hours a day doing numerical data entry. Sorry people, even books on tape won't get rid of that tension headache.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freelance writing (wrote an article for a magazine and am trying to write articles to get published in papers in the area.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, I've had a lot of jobs. I have trouble holding down a job that I really dislike unless I have friends there or there's some kind of reward at the end. I'm starting to figure out what direction I'm going in. … At least I think I am and then I think maybe I'd like interior design. Honestly brain, why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be out of town over the weekend, but will try to log on and post. Next topic…how to know you love a job, how to know you hate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-7908383841733659799?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/7908383841733659799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=7908383841733659799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/7908383841733659799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/7908383841733659799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-job-history-is-like-soap-opera.html' title='My job history is like a soap opera …'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719792294687283367.post-3483327559670299608</id><published>2008-06-27T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:23:42.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning in the Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to a career counselor today with the intention of finding out what I'm going to do with my life. Obviously, it didn't work that way or I probably wouldn't be writing this blog. He broke down a lot of idealistic ideas I've had about my future job. For example, I've believed my entire life that my career (not my spouse) would complete me. I would be completely happy in this job, I would be passionate about it and would feel like I was making a difference. He told me that was way too much to expect from a career. I will probably be happy 60 percent of the time in my job and unhappy 40 percent. I would rather it be a 90/10 split, or even 80/20, but if a career counselor says it, it's probably true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also discussed my writing. I've been focusing on that since sophomore year (I'm a senior now). He asked why I don't do more of it on my own. I realized I'm very afraid of using all of my free time to write and then failing at it. Like, having everyone tell me I suck majorly. So, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want this blog to be about my job search for that job that is at least a 60/40 split. In the last two months, I've already written 10 cover letters, 8 resumes and have had only one callback. It's definitely frustrating and it's even more terrifying to contemplate what will happen after I graduate with a degree in English Lit. What the hell am I going to do with that? Is it useless or multi-purpose? I suppose I'll find that out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow…All the different types of jobs I've applied for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6719792294687283367-3483327559670299608?l=joblessinkc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/feeds/3483327559670299608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6719792294687283367&amp;postID=3483327559670299608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/3483327559670299608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6719792294687283367/posts/default/3483327559670299608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joblessinkc.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning-in-middle.html' title='Beginning in the Middle'/><author><name>Jobless in KC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17934082286091904901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
