Experience

My sister told me I need to update my blog, so I'm writing this. It's not a blog, it's a blahhhg.

Experience is a stupid word. There's a difference between experience and experiences. Experiences, like going to the beach and taking road trips, are good, and usually better than material things. Experience is a broad and big word used to give people a reason to shoot you down in some way or another.

I'm four months out of college and looking for a job. The only thing is, for every low-level gig out there, they seem to want two years of experience to go along with my bachelor's degree. Riddle me this, Batman: how the hell am I supposed to have two years of experience if no place will hire me without it? Where can I get this experience in the first place?

Yeah, yeah, I know, I should've gotten an internship at some point. Yeah, yeah, college degrees are the new high school degree. I'm sorry that I worked at camps every summer I was in school. Sorry that I enjoyed giving back to the kids of the people who won't hire me now. An ex-girlfriend recently said it best when describing her office setup and my plight to find a job: "Camps don't have too many cubicles." Thanks.

But I've got no regrets spending time working at camps. I loved it and I loved the people. No regrets at all. I miss it, too. It's just frustrating that experience is such a big factor in finding a job I know I'd be capable off TOMORROW.

My resume sucks, but you can't put passion on paper. I've always been passionate about things, and if I can get my foot in the door SOMEWHERE, I know things will be ok. I just don't know where to look.

But hey, I'll quit complaining for now. I'll find something soon. You know me. Half-full, right? I'll make up for this tomorrow and write you something better.


James Andrew Sykes, Jr.