Looking for a Job is Depressing

Now that I have finished my career as an English major and have begun my career trying to find a job as a professional bum, I am in the process of moving down to Tampa. Looking for a job is a test of will, different for each job seeker. For me, it's how long I can stand looking at jobs that I'm unqualified for before I start hating myself.

My younger brother, who is here with me, is supposedly starting his "job" tomorrow. He's a sophomore in college who is gunning for an actual degree: Electrical and Mechanical Engineering. Just barely, he snagged a job at a firm, but it's like a part part part part part time job, so he's only supposed to be working two days a week. (It's better than nothing, alright?) Anyway, I call it his "job" because he is being completely trolled by these people. He was actually supposed to start yesterday. Now he's supposed to start tomorrow. He didn't even know exactly when he was going to start until last Thursday and they said Wednesday but didn't specify a time. On Tuesday, they told him to come in at 10am. They called him at about 830am on Wednesday and said come in Thursday because Debbie flooded a chunk of the West Florida Coast, which included the somewhat local area. 


I believe that they will call him tomorrow morning and stall him again. But that's just me. 


In the last three days, when I get terribly depressed about looking for a job, my brother and I get in the car and go off on a magical adventure. Unfortunately, Tampa is not London (from which I have recently returned), so our adventures are not so magical. Actually, they're kind of boring. Yesterday, we went to the mall. Neither of us like clothes, shoes, or shiny things, so that cut out most of the stores. We wandered aimlessly, talking about I don't know what. We then decided to go walk outside, so of course it started raining. We gave up.

If we were in London, we would've gone to somewhere awesome, like... I don't know... Ben's Cookies or Parliament or Covent Garden. The Wobbly Bridge. Something. I miss Ben's Cookies.

Today, we decided we were going to try the walk thing again, so we walked up and down Bay Shore Boulevard, which frankly stank more than it distracted me from the whole not employed issue. I mean, like fish. We did see a brief glimpse of dolphins. The heat chased us indoors, so I decided to start this blog. Why the hell not. 


Here I go adjusting to not-college, not-foreign life. Whoopeee. 


The jobs I have applied to so far:
Proofreader, Clerical Desk Job, Internship, Photography Assistant, Marketing Assistant.