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Apr. 14th, 2013 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For anyone who hasn't been near my tumblr, basically I'm having a horrible time.
After nearly two months of unemployment I finally caved and went for a part-time job at a cinema here in Harlem. I went in all excited and on day one realized that my new coworkers and managers were brash and rude and disrespectful, almost as bad as the customers. Three weeks of constant, back-breaking and blister-inducing and demeaning work and I finally got my first paycheck... for $278. My rent is $350 alone and that's only because there are four people crammed in this shitty little apartment. There's also student loans, a metrocard, and my phone to think about, for starters.
So I went out and got a second job at my favorite restaurant in Times Square. I've only done two shifts there, but juggling both schedules is going to be ridiculous. I don't think I can leave the crappy cinema paycheck behind to live off the restaurant.
All this is leaving no time or money for any of the fun stuff. I just keep thinking, if I was anywhere else this money would be enough. If I were anywhere else I wouldn't be sending out five resumes a day with no response. I can't figure out what I'm doing here. So basically... I just cry a lot. This city isn't what I expected. This isn't Paris. I can't see a future here.
For the first time in my life, I just want a little house in the woods. In the mountains. With a punch buggy and a pet pig and a job that pays me enough to fly overseas or up to NYC every once in a while.
After nearly two months of unemployment I finally caved and went for a part-time job at a cinema here in Harlem. I went in all excited and on day one realized that my new coworkers and managers were brash and rude and disrespectful, almost as bad as the customers. Three weeks of constant, back-breaking and blister-inducing and demeaning work and I finally got my first paycheck... for $278. My rent is $350 alone and that's only because there are four people crammed in this shitty little apartment. There's also student loans, a metrocard, and my phone to think about, for starters.
So I went out and got a second job at my favorite restaurant in Times Square. I've only done two shifts there, but juggling both schedules is going to be ridiculous. I don't think I can leave the crappy cinema paycheck behind to live off the restaurant.
All this is leaving no time or money for any of the fun stuff. I just keep thinking, if I was anywhere else this money would be enough. If I were anywhere else I wouldn't be sending out five resumes a day with no response. I can't figure out what I'm doing here. So basically... I just cry a lot. This city isn't what I expected. This isn't Paris. I can't see a future here.
For the first time in my life, I just want a little house in the woods. In the mountains. With a punch buggy and a pet pig and a job that pays me enough to fly overseas or up to NYC every once in a while.
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Date: 2013-04-15 11:25 am (UTC)Anyway, if you decide that you are going for a new goal, or if you decide to stick it out there- i wish you luck.
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Date: 2013-04-16 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-16 10:21 pm (UTC)Also, any chance of turning your au pair experience into being one of the three American girls in the city who offers childcare?
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Date: 2013-04-17 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-17 02:25 am (UTC)