When I finally write a book (my new goal to reach before I turn 30, BTW, since that whole "get engaged" checkbox seems to move further out of reach each day my boyfriend's feet remain permanently planted in Too Comfortable Land,) I think that will be the title.
It'll be a guidebook, of sorts, for college students (humanities and liberal arts majors, mostly) with NO CLUE what the "real world" has in store, and the chapter breakdown will go something like this:
I. "Kill Myself"
II. "Why Didn't I Major in Engineering?"
III. "Oh, You're a 21-Year-Old Computer Scientist with a $10,000 Signing Bonus? I Hate You, Too."
And so on...
My follow-up will be a Dress for Success guide for communication/public relations/journalism majors who MUST look FAB 24/7 as a job requirement, but whose starting salaries will likely be aligned with those of burger flippers and fry cooks. It can be done!
**Disclaimer... LOVE my job, just having a cranky-pants, difficult, thankless week... And because no post is complete without at least ONE photo, look at these awesome maxis I bought online Friday night to serve as fashionable salve on my wounded ego after a string of tough days:
|Super cute, right??|