<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810692282365114131</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:35:26.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Grad 101</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postgrad101.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8810692282365114131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postgrad101.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958851514255288472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810692282365114131.post-457745675216835043</id><published>2008-03-24T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:51:17.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a job: scary real life stuff, man.</title><content type='html'>These past couple of weeks I've been working to get some money saved up. I just graduated, and I'm trying to get my shit together... not necessarily for myself. I have some awesome parents that did anything for me, so for the love of God, I need to do something for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured being a functional individual in society would be one way to make them happy. So, that's been my goal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's been a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a gig over in Woodstock (I live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;New Paltz&lt;/span&gt;, hour or so north from the city) for a couple of weeks now, and I had to quit today. My boss is absolutely insane. The turnover rate for employees at that job is astounding. Another co-worker quit after working there for three weeks-- and that person had it fucking together. One of the more organized people I'm ever going to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is begging to keep me for at least a day a week, or something. Without me, her computers and any technical device in her office goes to hell. It's bloody weird: last week was me getting ripped in half day in and day out, and this week starts with her groveling to keep me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to think on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a bad boss is one of those many nuisances of life that one must face by fire, methinks. Shit like this only teaches you how things work. Anyone has had a crazy X girlfriend, boss, teacher, or whatever before. But man... experiencing all this for yourself is another matter entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to question the job market, economy, and society as a whole itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting my x-coworker who lived from paycheck to paycheck, with a busted up jeep that's putting her in debt, along with no health care, it made me realized that things are just buggered.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you three people who also graduated from my college, and who are also working similar jobs as to mine while trying to hash a living and make it on their own in the town of New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paltz&lt;/span&gt;. Problem is, so few jobs are available considering the current market demographic, leaving a lot of people I know with a useless piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl I know commutes from around here into the city every day (hour and a half each way,) and works another job on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lease &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West gives an idea as for what to do with our degrees: sew them together for blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating college with an English degree is kind of a misnomer within itself, too. It certainly doesn't give one many options economically. Not many employers really care that I love writing; thankfully, I'm able to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anyones&lt;/span&gt; gout. It comes with listening to and reading a lot of good dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time to write, though. Every day I hit the gym and study web page design/database management to get myself specialized for the market. I'm technically inclined and can manage the I.T. field, so maybe I can do that to my favor. I don't have much of a life nowadays, but shit, it's warm in here, I'm healthy and I'm learning. I'm keeping my fucking mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks for anyone else though who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have a vocation to go with their degree. Poor guys are working their damn asses off for a whole lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bupkis&lt;/span&gt;. Someone I know had to go to court and tell a judge, "I don't have fifty dollars to my name. Let me pay next week." The insane thing is, he wasn't joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't college supposed to take care of shit like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like higher education can teach a young man or woman many things about life. How to plan, learn, socialize, grow-- or, in short, to take a swab from Steven King's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stand&lt;/span&gt;, how to deduct. But, god, you'd think this type of emotional structure would be paid for by the government-- not creating 52,000 dollars of debt for anyone looking to better themselves as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm lucky. I don't have that problem-- but many do. It's fucking appalling to see, and it hurts. Please, stay up guys. You all deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to get some things done today. I better get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something about relationships next. I'm sure many people ascribe to the idea of seeking stability in oneself, and not from others-- but it never hit me as to how important that concept really is until I saw it for myself. I guess love really is secondary to getting your own head on your shoulders-- at least, that's what post grad life taught me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8810692282365114131-457745675216835043?l=postgrad101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postgrad101.blogspot.com/feeds/457745675216835043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8810692282365114131&amp;postID=457745675216835043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8810692282365114131/posts/default/457745675216835043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8810692282365114131/posts/default/457745675216835043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postgrad101.blogspot.com/2008/03/having-job-scary-real-life-stuff-man.html' title='Having a job: scary real life stuff, man.'/><author><name>Cecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958851514255288472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810692282365114131.post-7545849671040305775</id><published>2008-03-23T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:24:47.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class is in session...</title><content type='html'>I originally started this blog Sunday morning after a night out in town. I have to edit everything that I said, though-- I'm sure you can guess as to why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I don't know why anyone would take blogs seriously. Moreover, I have no idea what gives me the notion that people actually want to read this. In fact, I have no idea what the hell is the point of blogs in general, or of many other things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I made this blog: to find out. One thing I learned from college is that you have to see things for yourself. So... here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to post grad 101.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8810692282365114131-7545849671040305775?l=postgrad101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postgrad101.blogspot.com/feeds/7545849671040305775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8810692282365114131&amp;postID=7545849671040305775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8810692282365114131/posts/default/7545849671040305775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8810692282365114131/posts/default/7545849671040305775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postgrad101.blogspot.com/2008/03/drugs-make-you-do-stupid-things.html' title='Class is in session...'/><author><name>Cecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958851514255288472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
