Having newly discovered that I will be responsible for my own rent next semester, and exactly just how much thats going to cost, I've decided maybe I might want to work, you know, for a little pocket change. At least that is what the delusion everyone I tell I'm job hunting to is operating under. No my dear, sweet, confused, middle-aged persons, pocket change is not what I need. I am actually looking to put a very small dent in that massive, dark, harry, scary bill that the California State School system will be sending me very shortly.
In my job search one terrible truth has become entirely too evident. I have no experience. These days, to get a job you would think required no experience what so ever, like bussing tables at a cripey restaurant, needs experience. But dang it, if a person can't get experience doing the brain dead job of wiping down tables and doing dishes, where in the name of Sam Hill are you supposed to get experience. People I know cant just go around owning places for me to get a job at (and I'm certain thats the only way they can be gotten at the moment) just so i can be gainfuly employed.
So I'm digging a hole. A big fat hole right into the ground of my future monetary freedom. Thats what the whole cliche about college is, I suppose. I just guess I was very much hoping it wasn't the reality. The next three years of my life will be spent hoping for financial aid, begging for tuition from parents, and taking out lots of student loans. Thanks CSU, your inexplicable fees, and increased tuition will hopefully teach me how to deal with people taking ridiculous amounts of money for intangible results in the future.
