If life is a number’s game, let me lay these puppies on the line. (Note: Not talking about literal puppies… unless they’re puggles, because those suckers are adorable.)
0: The number of people in my family besides myself who have their college degree.
295: The square footage of my first apartment.
8.12: My hourly wage at my first job after earning my diploma.
17: The number of terrible jobs I had in the first year after receiving my B.A.
58,000: The dollar amount of student loan debt I currently have.
1: The number of days it took to achieve everything I’d ever wanted.
It’s tricky talking about myself in a way that doesn’t a) make me seem like a total a-hole and b) tells the story in a way that gives you enough information without feeling like I’m nonchalantly sharing my bra measurements online. (Cough, cough, 38D.) That being said? My story is the typical “girl graduates college with a degree in English, girl flounders around dramatically and lives off of beereal (beer poured into cereal) for an entire year, girl gets crummy jobs and promptly quits crummy jobs, girl finally calls in sick to her dry position in government finance, makes a website about why her dream company should hire her, and tweets the link of said website to dream company CEO — and then girl lands dream job” scenario.
(It’s like “girl meets boy,” but with slightly less tongue and marginally more money.)
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