Call it a humblebrag, if you like, or even just a brag. I know you’re thinking it. I just can’t get over how awesome my life is, and how grateful I am for it all.

Aug 11, 2014 at 9:00am | 96 comments

the frisky
I’m cognizant of the fact that Kale’s nine-month stint of unemployment never made us poor — just temporarily broke.
Now I am employed and grateful for it, but there a several things I will miss about my time of freedom.
One day I was sitting in my corner office, with an assistant to order my lunch every day, and then I was making seventy-five dollars (before taxes) by sitting in the background of a movie for upwards of fifteen hours.
All my closest friends (save one) are unemployed, some recently and others going on years without a job.
I hear so many hiring managers bitching about potential employees but they never want to deal with the awkwardness of saying it to candidates directly. That's where I'm going to come in.

Jun 4, 2013 at 4:15pm | 244 comments

I'm only having nightmares pretty much every night and stockpiling ramen like I'm planning for the apocalypse. That's all.
I spend most of my time trying to find a job. I would really prefer if we spent this social time discussing something else.
There was no amount of hard work or strategizing that could end my situation. I just had to go through it like millions of other people who were silently enduring being crushed by nothingness.
I have learned some things about keeping one’s head screwed on straight while going through the extremely stressful purgatory of being underemployed in a horrendous job market.
the future
I decided to major in English because I thoroughly enjoy discussing fine literature with gay men and old people, and because really, what could be better than explaining why "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is about a brothel as a homework assignment? Nothing. Nothing is better.
I accepted my diploma, packed up my parents’ car, and went right on back to my childhood home.