Today I'm trekking around Mt. Pleasant and Charleston in search for a job, any job. And by any, I mean, I'll serve as many Number 1s at Chik-fil-A as I need to in order to bring home at least some bacon. It's been almost a year since my last full-time job. A year. I keep thinking about how crazy that is . . . that someone who has had a career for nearly nine years can't find a single job in her field. Nuts. 

I'll be honest with myself, I've been putting off applying to businesses like Office Depot (they're definitely hiring), Publix and Chik-fil-A not because I think I'm too good to work there, but because I'm terrified that I'll never be able to find a job in my field again. My friend's sister told me not that long ago that her friend who moved to Charleston 18 months ago just had to move back to Augusta because she couldn't find a job. Ummmm, scary! 

So I'm doing it. I'm throwing myself out there to anyone willing to take me. And I've decided to give myself one full year of not working in my field before I go back to school. And! I would like to take this opportunity to tell anyone out there who's thinking about moving to a different city before landing a job: DON'T DO IT. It's the toughest situation (financially and emotionally) I've ever been in . . . and it puts a mean hurtin' on a relationship too.

Wish me luck. 

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