Just to reiterate/repeat a part of yesterday's blog post in order to build up the trials and tribulations of this willing, eager and able prospective job-seeker:

After I graduated last May, I wasn’t too worried about the real world. I just had the four best years of my life in college and made a lot of good friends, and they were one hell of a cast of characters, but that’s a different story all in and of itself. I digress. So I had my diploma (major: journalism; minor: business management), and was ready to take on the real world. I decided to take the summer off from any serious job hunting, as I still occasionally worked for my dad. So I was going to put the job search on hold until I turned 23 in early September.

In August, my grandparents came across a classified ad in their newspaper for a writer/reporter for their hometown Darien News-Review in Connecticut. They immediately informed me of the ad, so I applied and got a response shortly thereafter to schedule an interview.

So I went one-for-one on seeking a job interview and actually getting one, (a process I took for granted at the time, as I thought it wouldn't be a challenging task to repeat...BIG MISTAKE!!!) So I met the woman who administered the interview, and we were going back and forth about my experience and the details of the job itself. Not a huge load of hours, but my spirits sank when she told me that the starting salary would be $21,000 per year (with benefits also). She must of sensed the wind coming out of my sails as my passion took a turn for the worse.

I don't know how much you know about Darien, CT, but my grandfather has lived there his entire life (he's pushing 85), and my mother grew up there. It has changed A LOT since then. It used to be your average, middle class Connecticut shore town, but as the 20th century progressed, the success of New York's business world spilled over into the town. It is now a very attractive town to the wealthy, luring corporate CEOs and other high salary/high profile people. It has a population of roughly 20,000, and a per capita income of over $75,000. Here I would be, living with my grandparents in an expensive town. Trying to start a career and save money would be a near impossible task, and suffice it to say, I did not get the job, but it was a great learning experience. I would start my serious job-searching when I turned 23 the month after this newspaper experience. So much for living the lifestyle of Allen Covert in Grandma's Boy.