Saying “Thanks!” at the end of every single professional email, even though you are thankful for NOTHING.
An occupational affliction that is characterized by a string of different job roles, some related, some starkly different than the last. The afflicted lacks passion for these jobs, and each time the “patient” hits a dead-end at a job, they back up and redirect their career path, but more often than not, the new path is not determined by any clear strategy, but necessity to keep the status quo.
As your cheerleaders, romantic consultants, resume editors, drinking partners, napping partners, reality checkers, and everything in between: these people know you. They know you better than anyone else.
If you don’t have a job lined up by the time you graduate, it isn’t the end of the world. You have your whole life ahead of you to work.
This isn’t just another summer break you’re about to embark on, this is the grand finale!
You can work. You can push yourself. Discover your passions and chase THOSE, not just some lofty idea of a “dream.”
That’s the first mistake us early 20-somethings make, thinking deserving something means it will happen. Maybe it does. But often, it doesn’t. You work. You hope for luck. You put your heart and soul into things. But you don’t wait.
The one person you really don’t want to see.
For the first time in my whole life I have no direction. As a person very good at doing what I’m told (and not good at much else), this is please-push-me-off-a-cliff-frightening.
Checking your voicemail causes a strange panic inside you. CAN’T YOU JUST TEXT ME?