A column. Not like in Greek architechture, like in Professionalism.
How does one start a column about one’s own professional life as it’s still growing and developing? (believe me, I’ve got more developing to do than a polaroid picture circa the 1980’s) I could talk about interviews gone wrong, in fact I could probably write a decent stand-up routine on this one depressing attempt I made at professionalism that could probably shake one’s faith in justice in the world. I could complain about jobs I’ve held in the past, jobs I have now, jobs I wish I’d gotten, jobs I might get, the fact we’re out of Gatorade in my house. I could even just keep making more jokes on how I’m most definitely still learning as a working person. (Somebody get me a gluestick and a staple gun, because I need to get it together. I look worse in an interview than Tyler Perry in drag)
I, however, want to write this column in the hopes that you, the reader, might learn from my mistakes. That you might just be inspired to take your own level of professionalism and working experience, and turn it up to 11. I, as much as I have room for improvement, have come a long way from where I started, about as close to the bottom as you can get, I’d say. I am what the kids these days call a “Rising Sophomore” (doesn’t that sound so epic?) I for right now am undecided major-wise, and I enjoy long walks on the beach, pina colada’s and getting caught in the rain.
I’ll go more into detail on my actual journey to professional glamour and fabulousness as I write each entry, starting from my very first job as a counselor at a very rough and, for it being the more liberal part of the country, pretty homophobic summer camp. Now there’s the right foot to step out on. So I hope you join me on my epic quest to tell the tale of my professional journey, from the beginning to the future. If not, as the old Chinese proverb goes,
“There’s always Netflix.”
Hopefully what my professional journey will look like:
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