How can you get experience for a job if you can’t get a job without experience?

As many young adults are, I am currently in college. It was a long, winding road but I am less than a year away from getting my degree! First of all, I have to say that I cannot wait! It has been a long time coming and lot of work leading up to this. Second of all, with my degree (in English), I am looking forward to getting a real career started where I can settle down and enjoy what I do. I am thinking of getting into the publishing/editing world because I’ve always had a knack for that stuff.

Anyways, while I’m so close to my degree, I feel like I am just as far away from “real” jobs as ever. Have you ever noticed that even on that you can type in “entry level” as a keyword and you will get simple, basic admin assistant jobs requiring at least 1 to 2 years of experience. So…….you’re saying……..I have to have experience to get experience?? Doesn’t seem to make sense to me. How can I get experience if I can’t get experience? I apply to most of these jobs anyway because my resume clearly states that I am still in school and I do have a decent amount of work history. However, I feel like they are just a shot in the dark.

Companies boast about policies of honesty and trustworthiness, but how can one uphold those as much as one usually would if you have to stretch the truth to the point of breaking it just to be considered a candidate? So, in addition to looking for temporary jobs that aren’t just serving in a restaurant or somehow living out of a tip jar, I am looking for jobs in my field , particularly where I want to live (Savannah, GA!!). Hopefully, a different area will have more hope for the job market for me as a soon-to-be college grad! Wish me luck!

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might not know where i’m goin’ but i know where i came from…

For most people that know me, I’m a country girl through and through. I even had a nickname of Southern Belle for a while in high school. Ironically, I was born and (kinda) raised in Buffalo, NY. That’s right, southern people, I was born a Yankee (yuck!). But when I was ten years old, my mama and me moved down to sunny south Florida from bleak and dreary Buffalo. Of course, at the time, I thought that Florida was Disney World and that we would basically be moving next door to the world’s most famous mouse. (Oh, how I quickly learned that was not true).

As upset as I was, as the years went on, I was introduced to something that was not so readily accepted up North (not everywhere up North but at least where I came from). That something was more of a lifestyle, I guess. That lifestyle consisted of country music, camouflage, hunting, fishing, and basically anything else you could do outdoors. It was meeting people and doing some of these things that I became who I am today. I sleep under a camouflage bed spread, I get excited at a red light if I pull up next to a lifted pick up truck, and there ain’t nothin’ like relaxin’ on a lake waitin’ to catch something.

Now I’ve been called redneck a handful of times, and I’m sure some people saying it meant it as an insult, but I take it as a compliment. One time, my uncle and I decided on a whim that we were gonna go to the beach one day. We got to the beach and realized we didn’t bring a single chair, towel, or anything and the only thing we had were these old mats. So we grabbed those and laid them on the sand so we could sit down. I told him that’s the most redneck thing I’d ever seen him do and he thought I was trying to be funny. But I began to explain to him that what redneck truly means is resourceful. How many times do you see a redneck make something outta nothing? You never know when an opportunity will arise so you gotta be quick thinkin’ on your feet!

Anyways, to wrap this up, I do get teased a little when I visit some family friends up North for saying y’all and other common “Southern sayings” and I even get teased at when I don’t know 38 songs out of the Top 40 lists they play on the radio these days. I know that I am meant to be somewhere south of the Mason Dixon line for the rest of my life but I do know my humble beginnings and what brought me to where I’ve been so I could figure out who I was and where I belong. So I guess, if there is a moral of this short story, that would be it. It might take a little while to get where you’re going, but if you know where you’ve been, it helps to pave the road ahead…

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Daily Prompt: Judgment Day

Daily Prompt: Judgment Day.

I would have to say that I would still read my favorite book purely by judging its cover. My favorite book is John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. It is a nonfiction, true story of a writer from New York that went to Savannah, GA and saw all that the sleepy town had to offer. There is murder, mystery, humor, and beautiful imagery of the Hostess City of the South. The cover is a simple picture of one of the most famous statues in Bonaventure Cemetery. The statue is called “Bird Girl” and it is of a young girl holding two bowls in each hand that collect water for birds to drink. You can easily find all sizes of this statue made and sold in stores throughout the city. Between the title and the image on the cover, it seems so simple yet so mysterious and, just like when I first picked it up, I just had to read it. (Of course, after reading it, you’ll be smitten with the idea of taking a jaunt to Savannah and seeing what all the hullabaloo is all about! I reread it before every trip I make!)

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