You know what sucks about being a young professional?
Almost everything.
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But after a full day of updating my resume and all that other young professional shit...here are a few of the biggest nightmares I've found.
1. LinkedIn
Really? I just sent you a beautifully formatted PDF of my resume and now you're going to double check my shitty electronic version of it as well?
Are you kidding me?
Just ask for one or the other.
And people who have strict requirements that don't enable you to send connection invitations unless you know 5+ of the same people, etc., etc. YOU KILL ME.
You make me feel like a stalker.
I just met you yesterday, let me connect damn it.
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2. Networking
Everything is a networking event.
Everything.
The word itself holds connotations of awkward corners, sweaty palms and stale cookies.
I tried telling my sister once (pre-M, of course) about how I couldn't tell if this person was interested in going on a date or just like...being friends.
She goes, "either way, it's great networking. You never know what could happen in the future."
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So now I not only have to vet my potential dates for longevity, quality and potential love match I also have to keep them in mind for NETWORKING?!?
"How do you feel about adopting children?
Aaaaand...what do you look for in potential employees?
Are you hiring?
No no, not the girlfriend position.
Second date?
I'll give you a second date for a first interview.
No?"
3. Time suck.
The time suck that is being a young professional.
I can't even begin to describe.
You can spend all day working on your resume, your online presence and filling out applications and
YOU STILL FEEL LIKE YOU ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING.
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You look at the clock and four hours have gone by.
You know you were working diligently.
But besides a stupid LinkedIn profile,
there's really nothing to concretely show for that time.
It all seems so...trivial. And yet, hello, there goes your whole day.
I need a glass of wine.
Good grief.
What are your young professional problems?
Tweet that shit with #YPP
I want to talk about this.
Every time I went to Starbucks in Missouri, EVERY TIME, every time for A YEAR....they would write "Ana" on my cup. I have slurred, blurred and twisted my tongue every way possible to try and figure out how they got my name into Ana. And this happened yesterday. Brand new--Atum. Up and atum! But the real thing that just boggles the mind....is that no matter what they write on my cup--Ana, Anna, Atum--they always call it right. How do you look at a cup that says Ana and go, that's right, this is actually Autumn? And usually it's a different person. The cashier writes it, the barista calls out "Autumn!" WHAT? Is there a secret Starbucks name cheat sheet by the milk foamer?
Anyways. Besides that this weekend, I worked worked worked. Slowly burning my finer pads off on too hot dishes. Saw the new Vince Vaughn movie--some good laughs, some good tears. I went to breakfast with my two favorite Mexican divas. And drove down to Kalamazoo for some quality AAC time. Each of our Pi Phi chapters is served by a group of alumnae, who generally make sure the chapter is functioning, the girls aren't dying, etc., etc. It's a lot of fun.
I worked my last lunch on Friday. Of course, now that the semester is over and I actually have free time, the restaurant decides not to be open for lunch anymore. So, let's see how all this daytime-freetime works out. Maybe I can actually manage more than two posts a week, say whaaaat.
How does Starbucks mess up your name?
Do you think they have a name cheat sheet?
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