This is the story the prompt inspired me to write.
I just graduated with a Master's degree in English in the fall of 2008. I understand that I've only been out of school for a few months now. However, I'm still in the process of finding a full-time job. Yes, I do have some income, but not much. I work part-time as a proofreader while living at home.
Being an only child, I tend to view my three first cousins on my mom's side as the closest that I'll ever come to siblings. I'm proud of all three of them--they have all received Master's degrees in their respective fields and are making great lives for themselves. However, I am not quite living up to these standards. All three of my cousins have moved out, have landed decent jobs, and have traveled extensively. I have done none of these things.
Typically, this doesn't bother me much. I'm a bit of a dreamer, but I'm more of a realist. I try to do my best to make my dreams come true while struggling to keep a good attitude. Keeping my chin up, I have filled in applications and received rejection letters in return. Still I keep hoping for a job. I received good grades in school, held a graduate assistantship, and have a little teaching experience...
Anyway, as I was saying, all this wasn't bothering me so much lately. That is, until I got that call from my grandma this afternoon. She wanted to give me a heads-up that the local "dollar store" was hiring. Now that's a blow to one's ego.
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