Last year I spent a lot of time going to networking events in the city. While some people avoid these organized soirees at all cost, I flocked to them because they often provided me with two amazing opportunities: a chance to meet new, cool people, and a chance to get free food and drinks(hey, I […]
So what did I do until I became a full-time wage slave? Not nearly as much as I should have. Sure, I worked a lot of odd jobs (telemarketer, waitress, temp), but I was not as constructive with my free time as I could have been.
I’ve read a lot of career books, many of which are aimed at Gen Y’ers. Most of these books include exercises that are supposed to help you get in tune with what you really want to do, but I think the most important thing any twentysomething can do is open themselves up to the idea of having multiple careers that span multiple industries. You too can be a nurse, then a writer! Why the heck not?
On January 7, 2009, I flew to New York City from Memphis, Tennessee with nothing but two, cheap suitcases stuffed full of a pared-down version of my winter wardrobe, and a dingy pink backpack that held my computer. I did not have a job lined up, and I didn’t really believe in this thing called a “recession”. All I knew is I had to be in N.Y.C. A year later, on January 7, 2010, I was at a photo shoot for a story I had written for a national magazine. I ended the day being serenaded by Fantasia Burino( yes, the one from American Idol). As Fantasia sang, “Summertime” I reflected on how my life changed over the past year.