I just recently moved to San Diego from Pittsburgh, PA with plans of greatness. Last Sunday, July 1st, actually. And while the weather has been GREAT (much, much better than the near 100 degree, muggy weather my PA friends have been experiencing) I can’t say that the rest has been milk and honey.
It took me a solid 4 days to find a place to live. And I’m not just talking about 4 days of sending out a couple feelers here and there. I mean I literally spent 4 entire days perusing Craigslist, Apartments.com, Roommates.com, etc., looking for somewhere to call home. The first potential apartment I found was with a roommate…a roommate who I met the first night I was here…a roommate who turned out to be a 67 year-old man who was more interested in how tall I am and how firm my handshake is than anything else. It was a creepy meeting to say the least. But, I found a spot. A great spot in Clairemont and I’m happy with how the apartment search ended.
The hardest part of it all? Finding employment. California sports one of the nation’s highest unemployment rates and finding a job out here is anything but easy. I’m a graduate of Ohio University’s esteemed Journalism program, but no matter who I talk to or what hole-in-the-wall publication I send my resume to, it seems the story is always the same: no one is hiring. So what am I to do?
Well, the time has come for me to start applying to minimum wage jobs…something that I’m sure many other Californians with degrees have been forced to do. I didn’t come to California with any plan other than trying my hardest and taking advantage of every opportunity given to me. I have tried my hardest but opportunities have been few and far between. It’s time to suck up my fresh, post-graduation pride and find work somewhere, anywhere.
Can someone point me to the nearest McDonald’s?