You would’ve thought my mother caught the Holy Ghost the way she was jumping up and down when I gave her the news. “I got a job,” I told her. While her and my sister thanked God and my friends planned celebration drinks, I sat on my bed thinking, “There goes my freedom.”
It was official: I got my first professional job out of college. It was time to exchange sleeping in for a 7:30am alarm sound-off, PJs for work-appropriate clothing, and day-time talk shows for staff meetings.
Don’t get me wrong, that 5-month unemployment period was one of the most emotionally draining times in my life. It really did a number on my self-esteem. I definitely don’t miss spending hours sending out cover letters only to get a few, if any, responses. I don’t miss relying on the money from my published articles to fill my gas tank. And I don’t miss trying to convince hiring managers that my English degree and editorial background are not completely worthless. Yet, during that time I wish I would’ve taken advantage of my free time and did so much more. Read the rest at XO Jane…
A Woman's Worth 