Because this has nothing to do with my title.
My name is Liz and I have been jobless for about 5 months now who’s with me!
But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been jumping over semi adventurous hurdles to find one. I have my collection of experiences and stories that have all happened to me. Most of them within the past several months.
While I am pursuing my dream to help homeless people who have no jobs, I can’t seem to find my own.
I was a mentor to a girl at a homeless intervention shelter in Fullerton and she ended up finding a job getting paid $19 dollars an hour. She moved to Irvine, which is where I lived, except for me it was my parents house because I couldn’t afford to move out. She was making much more than I was at the time, yet, I was using my own money to help pay for her needs. Now I am still living with my parents in Irvine, have no job, and she’s rolling in the dough. Which is okay because I am gluten free now.
This one time I was employed at a hooka bar for one whole day. It wasn’t even mine to begin with my friend couldn’t make it to her shift so she asked me to work there instead. That sounds reasonable right? I’ve never tried hooka before but I just thought it would be fun to see the Disneyland fireworks from the outside patio they had so I said yes. The girl who was supposed to be training me ended up spending her time telling me how I look too innocent and that I was going to get eaten alive, and how it’s definitely not the right job for me. Normally I would listen, but when people are mean to me I refuse, even if they could be right. So I shared my two cents explaining how I am such a tough girl and I know how to work hard to get things done. The second she left one of the customers slapped me on my butt so I ended up quitting right away.
After that life was fuzzy.
So imagine my surprise when an uptight college called me in for an interview, because I didn’t even remember applying for a job there. Maybe it’s best if I don’t remember anything about that job. Just kidding. I worked there for a year and it sucked. Just kidding, it was a little bit over a year. So then after fleeing the miserable job, just kidding, the horribly miserable job, the cycle of interviews began…