Apparently Chucks don’t scream “I’m trying to get hired.” Watch and be mesmerized by my lackluster shoe collection. I’m headed to DSW/Payless/Target soon and I promise to do follow up video.
Whether your extra time at home is by choice or an unfortunate turn of events, I can provide some ways to keep yo’ mind right and yo’ resume sexy. When Ms. Full-Time Employment Opportunity comes knocking on your door, she won’t think you’re a triflin’ bum with no job. She’ll see you as someone who takes initiative and turns a negative into a positive. The following advice is geared toward those new to the workforce, recent high school/college grads, and those who wish to work in mass media, but I’m sure it could be tweaked for other industries.
Although I foresee a shit ton of
complaining venting on this blog (sorry I’m not sorry), I do hope that thepostcollegelife.com will also be a source of encouragement and inspiration for anyone who reads it. I was definitely raised by supportive parents who would never let me stay sad for long. Since I aint yo’ mama or daddy, my contribution to lifting your spirits will come in the form of music!
My friend posted this song on my Facebook wall tonight because we were one of those people who listened to Janelle Monae before she wore tuxedos. On this track, she joins chocolate British singer Estelle for a toe tapping, tambourine shaking, self-esteem boosting anthem called “Doing My Thing”.
This kind of uplifting music always gets me a different kind of hype, because as much as I love post Graduation Kanye, I just can’t relate. No, this jacket isn’t Margiela. It’s from Target. The clearance rack. There’s nothing glamorous about my post-college life right now, so Estelle’s song is really giving me the message I need. I forgot how beautiful her voice is, because even though I follow her on Twitter (@EstelleDarlings), I really don’t keep up with her projects. I know she was in Austin recently, but that’s about it.
She really lays the “ima do me” sentiment on thick and proud industry weirdo Janelle Monae follows up with the same idea a la Tightrope.
The song’s full of quotables to tweet and make into those corny hipster signs on tumblr:
Both artists can’t really check the “typical black female singer” box, and they address it in this song. I’m currently stuck on @2:06-2:32 for the snarky way Estelle & Janelle (hey that rhymes) break it all the way down — fiyah!
When I dance, I dance to the beat of a drummer you don’t hear and you can’t see. So if I look off beat to you, well the problem must be you – not me.
Hope you enjoy this song as much as I do.
Technology tricks me into think I’m not alone — I don’t think a day has gone by without texting, calling, skyping, facebooking or tweeting my friends. But I haven’t
touched them inappropriately i mean caressed their faces i mean hugged them in about two months. Let’s just recap:
I live in the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex. I went to college in Austin. I graduated in mid-December. I moved back home. And now I’m here. Three hours away from my friends.
It’s also taken me a while to realize that I miss them because I enjoy my own company. I like hanging out with myself, you know? I know “how to be alone.”
I don’t need to be with other human beings in order to function, but the change from a bangin’ social life (to me, at least) to complete solitude was too much too soon. Especially since I have no full-time job as a source of new conversations and friendships. I have all the time in the world to think about the people I care about and how awesome they are and all the hoodrat things we’d be doing if I was there…
There are many cultural reasons why I don’t really have a close relationship with my high school friends anymore. If you have parents not from the U.S., I feel like you know my struggle…we won’t get into that too much…
As a result, I didn’t really “come home” to anyone when I finished school. Don’t get me wrong — I’m on good terms with my high school friends. Good terms and omg I can’t wait till you’re back home! are two totally different things.
Today, I had lunch with one of my Youtube-turned-real-life-friends, Jamal. He was the first person in my age group that I interacted with in TWO MONTHS. In my mind, I was like rawwwwwrrrrrrrr human contact gimme gimme gimme but out loud I was like
‘Sup. *nonchalant head nod to a fellow black person*
Heading to Austin for SXSW next week got me so ecstatic I could vomit. But I won’t. Because we keep things classy on this blog. Vomiting isn’t classy. Nope.
Started vlogging on my youtube channel. Half therapy, half keeping myself busy. Just putting the four vlogs I have so far in one blog post to make things easier. Seems like y’all really like my little brother. *rolls eyes* I’m not telling him he has fans. Ever.
Welcome to thepostcollegelife.com. Please dim the lights and situate your monocle as you read my first ever post on this blog. Just press play.
I feel like my life is a J. Cole album. Like I’m begging
Hov to put me in the game cuz look at my bars mayyyne i came from the ‘Ville, mayyyyne…
Like only a select few really know what I’m capable of and are #teamevelyn, but I’ll forever be on some underrated type stuff. I’ll be forced to do rap verses over pop songs and carry the basketball metaphor for like 3 more albums. Hell naw!
That’s what life after college graduation feels like. Well, let me clarify. That’s what UNEMPLOYED life after college graduation feels like.
I’m an “aspiring” journalist who enjoys making content for the web whether I get paid or not, quite frankly eff you, pay me. I finished school early – in 3.5 years. It completely caught me off guard because no one I came INTO college with was graduating — they’re finishing their last semester right now. My mind was nowhere near graduation mode, but woop there it is…me walking across the stage.
So here we are…
Moved back home. No full-time job. Side projects to keep my mind right. I don’t go anywhere. I haven’t applied for much of anything because I don’t know why.
After reaching deep into Rachel Wilkerson’s blog archives for some guidance, I figured I should start this blog. I’m being purposely pretentious when I say I bank on looking back at this site years from now and laughing because look how far I’ve come mwahahah.
Internet, I gotta tell you: I don’t want to be J.Cole. I want to be Adele sitting in front of him at the Grammys as celebrities fawn over my talents.
I WANT TO ROLL IN THE DEEP, DAMN IT.
WHAT GOOD IS BEING THE ONE IF YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT KNOWS IT…
End scene. *puppy dog J. Cole eyes*