First of all, I went into journalism. Print journalism. In the age of digital. "Great idea, Emily," you might think in an all-knowing voice. You and your sarcastic ways would be right.
Secondly, I moved to Cleveland. CLEVELAND. The mecca of journalism? "Great idea, Emily," you say again. "Why thank you," I reply.
Third, I worked for trade magazines about the hotel industry. Hotels. Travel. Exactly what no one is doing during a recession. "Great idea, Emily," you say once more before I stab you in the eye with my unused writing utensil.
And finally, every day since the recession really hit our magazines, I sat at my desk (see right) and developed some new scheme as to why I was getting fired, when it was going to happen, why it would happen to me and what bar I would retreat to after I got canned to beg for free pity drinks. Usually my thoughts were completely unfounded and based on me attempting to start office gossip.
Not so yesterday. It actually happened.
And so now I'm beginning my journey as an unemployed 24-year-old with a degree in an industry that keeps making the news (irony?) as a dying business.
Where will it take me? What will I do to fill my days? Probably nowhere and nothing, respectively. But please keep reading to find out. I promise to bring humor and correct grammar to a situation that, to be blunt, sucks.
And feel free to e-mail me. I'll be around for the next three months or so. [insert laugh here]
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