By Brittany Spangler
We all came to college under the promise of earning better jobs
and careers upon graduation. But with the economy stalling worse
than my boyfriend’s ’79 Datsun pickup, it seems we might have to
put off those dreams until the economy starts puttering along
For many graduated friends of mine, finding a decent job has
been more difficult than finding a prostitute with a full set of
teeth in downtown Pomona.
I keep telling them to stop their complaining; street walking
and slangin’ are always an option. But let’s face it. It’s not
looking good out there ” even for the hookers.
And since no job equals no money, being the “broke college
student” is no longer the end of the line when it comes to our
penny pinching days.
This tunnel we’re in has no light at the end of it, unless of
course you count the train barreling towards us called “The
As for me, with only weeks away from graduation, I am poised
with the reality that I will be working without pay on a start up
company that my partners and I hope to turn into lifelong
Am I scared? Surprisingly, not in the slightest.
Our company is bolstered by the three most talented guys I’ve
met in my life. The future almost seems like hindsight for me at
this point; I know we’re going to be just fine. These next few
months of back-end hibernation work are just the launching pad for
the career of my dreams.
But without an income during this period, I’m in the same boat
as all the other grads out there living without money while trying
to find jobs.
I wish I could say I’ll just Top Ramen it for a while, but
unfortunately I’ve developed an affinity for organic foods and
beers that that don’t resemble the taste of urine.
Of course, one must make short-term sacrifices for long-term
One month I was so poor, that when I left my razor at my
sister’s house over the holidays, I had to wait a week and half
with hairy armpits until payday before I could afford a new
Of course, I was holding out for the “more expensive than its
weight in gold five blade” version, but hey, I’ve sacrificed.
But I know it’s going to take more than hairy armpits to get me
through this recession. I’m going to have to get creative. We all
are, in order to make ends meat while still maintaining our sanity
enough to keep from jamming a fork in our hungry stomachs out of
They say to take pleasure in the little things, but I’ll be
damned if I give those up too!Getting a full mani-pedi while
sipping a latte? OK sure, I’ll pass.
But switching over to Folgers instead of my freshly-grown Peet’s
Coffee? I’m sorry, that’s just not going to happen.
And if my startup doesn’t work out, I’m not sure what I’ll do
next. Just don’t look for me on the corner of Mission and
As I think this column has shown, I’m much too delicate for that
kind of work. Plus, I still have all my teeth and I’m just not
comfortable stealing all the business from the others.
Just because this is my last column, that doesn’t mean it has to
be the end of our special time together. Simply follow my blog at
www.brittsbits.tumblr.com and you can see what mildly interesting
things I have to say next.
Tantalizing, I know.
Reach Brittany Spangler at email@example.com
Graduation: wreaking havoc on my life
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