As of October 2nd, I’d been in the city for a month. The last time I lived here was four years ago and I wasn’t even legal to drink. My weekends were filled with doing laundry, shopping and roaming the streets until I became too weak to walk, but what I lived for were the weekdays. The hectic internship that had me leaving the office in tears on the daily, the part-time babysitter gig that helped pay my rent and understand why birth control is so important, but mainly the energy that New York perspires to weed out the weak; leaving only sweat to quench the thirst of those who chose to swim. Now I’m back in the Big Apple with a new agenda; taking my $140,000 degree and making proper use of it.
In the past two months, I’ve applied to over 200 jobs - some being in social media, but most being in fashion. At first, people think that fashion is a superficial world of how to make things pretty at an obscene cost, but it’s not. That’s like saying just because you have a pretty face and legs like Naomi Campbell, that you should be a model. It doesn’t work like that. Like every other industry, it’s a business created and marketed to make money by providing us with product(s) we believe we can’t live without. For instance, did you really need that $400 iPad to pay homage to the late Steve Jobs, or did you run out of excuses justifying why someone needs an iPad when they already have an iPhone and Mac Book? And since it’s such a dog eat dog world out there and cannibalism just isn’t a part of my nature, I’ll hope my years of experience presented so eloquently in that Word document entitled “Tillie’s Resume.docx” will win HR over. Rather than lose integrity by intentionally sabotaging my competition who is equally, if not more qualified than I.
So at the end of the day, if my impressive qualifications don’t “wow” you, my eccentric, upbeat nature will.
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