for the past six months or so, i've had the horrible task of explaining and re-explaining my unemployed status. sure, i kept myself going with the intermittent service job, but we all know that i don't thrive when my shit isn't in line.
in short, life post-college kicked my ass over and over again. i've never felt so uncomfortable. on a daily basis i thought to myself, "seriously? why didn'
t anyone mention that life is hard and that graduating with a bachelors in communication and professional writing means jack shit when you're up against a city of young people who are more experienced and more willing to kiss corporate ass?"
then i realized that i needed a serious attitude adjustment. so i killed the pity party, sat down to my journal, and wrote down all of the things i want out of a job. without divulging my inner-workings, i realized that i was too quick to abandon my love for clothes and the fashion industry. too willing to defeat my ambitions to be a fashion editor. so with a little help from my marni mistress rachel, i applied for a jo
b that actually piqued my interests.
several interviews and a drug test later, i got some fantastic news:
i am the new CHANEL assistant at the san francisco neiman marcus.
what the job entails:
assisting the head rep/buyer with duties related to personal shopping, merchandising, and promotion of the label. there will be, without a doubt, a ton of tasking and grunt work involved. as long as i'm out of a cubical, i'll survive.
i start august 18th. until then, i'll be occupying my time with backpacking and getting my wardrobe up to par. and to think, this is only the beginning.
