The Big 300

Today marks a fairly significant day in my life... in my sad, pathetic little life (read bitterness, not how I actually feel every day).

Today I hit the Big Three-Oh-Oh... as in, I have now applied to 300 jobs since graduating from my University of Choice with a glowing degree.

300 job applications ago, I was still bright eyed and bushy tailed about my future.

 

300 job applications ago, I was excited about filling out forms, making myself sound as good as possible, and naive enough to think it would be a cinch to get a career.

"I have a diploma AND a degree, it'll be so easy for me! Who wouldn't want these credentials? This personality? This amazing on AND off paper gal?"

Apparently, no one.

 

300 job applications ago, I thought my life was made in the shade.

Don't get me wrong - I have a good life.  I even have a job right now that I really like.  

Unfortunately, it's seasonal and one of those "living paycheck to paycheck/no benefits" deals, so it's not quite what I imagined for myself 300 job applications ago.

So I am raising a glass (of something strong) to this landmark day, and hoping (PLEASE) that maybe, just maybe, 300 is my lucky number.

This is what my frustration looks like on the inside.