The Life of a Graduate

The Life of a Graduate Wednesday, January 06, 2010

So I have discovered since my last blog that other people don’t want to be included in my blog. So how do you write about yourself when you can’t write about the people around you – especially the ones you are disgusted with – you can’t. So let me just blow up everyone’s spot from the get go. Today’s blog is going to be about all the people that said they were going to get me a job and did not. I know what your thinking – I am not taking any personal responsibility in the situation and your right to a degree – too often days that were supposed to be spent surfing the internet for job opportunities and career paths were spent on the coach, on Facebook and pirating movies. At my lowest points I will wake up and start the day with a bottle of red wine – huddled with me under the sheets – held close to my chest like a lost love. My better days are spent burning through the pages of the latest novel – carrying me away to someone else’s realities and problems – which I solve easily – and criticize the characters for not doing the same. My family is growing weary of the amount and depth of obscene comments I throw at television and movie characters – as I have conversations with the television and ignore the people around me. Family members find refuge from my self deprecation only because of my erratic sleeping schedule – which is a combination of late nights and cat naps. But let me not ramble on and get to the point of this blog – blaming other people for my problems. So my life long friend Aidan was supposed to get me a job at CIBC Mellon when I got to Toronto in the summer time – I am still unemployed. My cousin – blood cousin Kevin – has a nice cushy job at TD Canada Trust – other then receiving my resume I don’t think he has given it to anyone at TD – at least Aidan tried – so much for family. My other cousin Kevin who works for Purolator and happens to be an X-pig – that said he was going to get me a job with his extensive list of contacts – hasn’t got me so much as one job to apply for. Last but not least I guess at the end of the day more then anyone else I do have to blame myself for my current situation but its so much better blaming someone else – after all it is always their fault! Or maybe its not my fault and I just now live in a world were a University degree is worth as much as the paper that it is printed on. The value of free thought, analysis and expression I guess has little value in a capitalist world. I mean who really benefits from me being able to write a 25 page essay on any range of political topics that is so beyond the intellectual reach of common people – I may as well have written it in Aramaic. What corporation can benefit from this – most society today benefits from complacency – our ability to freely and individually – conform ourselves to the direction of the herd. We as a western society honor such animals as the bald Eagles – a symbol of freedom – but perhaps it would be more fitting to honor – a sheep. I guess freedom also means our ability to freely give up the freedom we have been given to gain access to the pockets of corporations through the cute little pay checks they give us. As I sit here and beg for a job I am begging to sell my individuality – the way I dress – the way I speak – the way I walk – the way I cut my hair, the shows I talk about at work and the ones I don’t. But the things I am talking about are revolutionary – and I don’t deserve to speak of these things as I almost on a daily bases try to sell my mind, body and soul to the corporate world for a middle class salary. Hopefully one day soon I will be making too much money to care to talk about these things.