After 4 and a half years at U of I, I finally came home to Chicago. As most graduates I was full of possibilities, hopes, goals, and dreams. My first real 9-5 job was scrounged up by one of my best friends one month after I graduated. It was a customer service position (many of you have to be thinking YUCK, right!?)Most of the time I'd get customers that wanted the world turned around just for them or the ones that complained about every detail. Needless to say, a few months later I officially hated my job and a few months after that realization I was fired- "We feel that you are not invested in the company" was the reason.
So, I took that pink slip and ran, but what I didn't know was that the second great depression was beginning and I was in the center of it. As of today it has been 11 months since I've had a job.
Talk about depressing!!
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