People tend to underestimate the struggle of finding a job. Well, when you're a lively seventeen year old, it might look easy to get a job. Let me tell you right now, when you got something like PCS, it is not. I am not reliable. One day I could be fine, the next day my bed is my best friend. So hourly jobs are my enemy. Supermarkets and restaurants are not really working for me. On the other hand, smaller stores, or individual people with a small business should be fine. Weren't it that those kind of jobs don't exist in my tiny, tiny village. Since I haven't finished school yet, I can't choose a profession yet.
At this point I was pretty desperate. So I got stuck with bringing around newspapers. Which isn't bad! It would pay very well, and it would be once a week and all the newspapers should be brought around before 8 am. Ok, easy. I had set my alarm for 4 AM. Got up and went to pick up my newspapers. I felt a little wobbly, because law was prohibiting me from doing any labor before 6. So this woman scedueled me in two tiny districts, of which she assured me were doable within two hours. Since I had to fold a lot of extras into the newspapers I eventually left around 5:30 AM. Long story short, it was a total disaster. Eventually I had to call my boyfriend in blind panic because I wasn't going to finish in time. Ugly crying in the middle of the streets, probably around 7 am. After that, I called my boss, who assured me that I would be fine, and that if I was late it would be ok too. Ok, then why didn't anyone tell me that in first place? My boyfriend came around and eventually we ended up finishing the newspapers, by car (!) around 10. Obviously, I quit this job. Because of my PCS, I had to recover from this experience for about a week.
Since the newspaper-disaster, I quit looking for jobs for a while. I got afraid of working, even though I really want to have some money for fun stuff, like going to a movie with my friends, or dinner with my boyfriend. My autumnbreak came around, and I got all the time to think about what I wanted for myself now. What would be helpful for me to do and where I eventually wanted to end up in life. After several conversations with my parents and my boyfriend I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't be working for anyone. I should start my own company. And then a new question arose. What would that have to be?
That question has been something I have been wandering around with for a while, and I truely do not know the awnser yet. The number one problem is: IT HAS TO PAY.
And most of the stuff I like to do doesn't pay very well haha.
I don't really want to think about that yet. First let me continue the struggle to find a "real" job.
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