In order to more accurately depict the dire straights of under-employment, I'm recruiting submissions for Friday guest blog spots. Geographic diversity, crazy jobs, and humor are all a plus. That said, I've turned to my comic partner since high school to provide some insight about her conditions of under-employment in Boston.
A big thanks to my guest blogger below:
Overcoming Shame vs. Office Life
Just over a year after graduating from a very expensive school with a BS, I now have very many sources of pride. I have a waitressing job, enjoy daily rides on the bus with the homeless and a myriad of ethnic groups, and live in a small apartment with 4 other girls and one bathroom. Unavoidable cold showers are common between 8-9 a.m. after two of the roommates leave for work. I also tend to drink away my frustratingly hard-earned cash after work at Uno's with the Percocet-popping addicts I call my coworkers. This then results in me missing the bus and, consequently, I’m strapped with $20 cab rides home. Thank you, Quinnipiac.
Being a waitress has its ups and downs. Living in a neighborhood of young professionals, it does get embarrassing leaving the house in black pants and a men's dress shirt when I had envisioned cute dresses and heels heading to the office. This being said, I leave the house dressed as I have a professional job only to change into my server-attire in the employee bathroom. Who am I kidding?
Finding cute young men is a whole other obstacle. Initially going out in Boston, I would simply lie about where I lived but tell the truth about where I worked. Fast forward to several days later, when this strategy would invariably backfire. Cute guys I had met days before would want to meet up for a drink. Little did they know, I was texting them from my bed, in my parents house, in RI. I cannot tell you all the sugar daddies lost. Nowadays, I figure I could speak the truth seeing as, 1) I have a job in Boston 2) I live in Boston. Conversely, telling men you waitress and live with 4 other girls does not especially attract the lookers. My social life is a lose-lose situation thus far.
Lastly, being a waitress allows you free time during the week that office workers would usually cherish. After working a long weekend, I spend this cherished time hungover in bed or spending my money on trips to Six Flags that I think my hard working butt deserves. If I worked in a cubicle, at least I would spend this time on Craigslist applying for better jobs and reading blogs all day.
As much as I would miss this glamorous life I live, I admit that the 9-5 cubicle construct would undoubtedly suit me better at this stage. The emotional and social misfortune resulting from serving food to non-tipping Euro-trash and posh Newbury Street clientele is wearing thin. I hope you enjoyed my sob story- I am available for interviews Wed and Thurs each week. Thanks!
I can attest to the fact that she's good at what she does, so if anyone has any tips about graphic design, art, etc, this is your girl! Also when supplied with drinks, she also does stand-up at bars…for free.
Email me with your submission before next Friday to share your story!
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