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halkun
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This is a letter to myself. I might post this if I make something coherent.
I look at my bank account and I have $125 that needs to last me until the first of next month.
I find myself in a very interesting situation. Very recently I graduated college. I kind of took my time. I got my four year degree at the age of 32. It's a bachelor's in business administration. The degree is from one of the most esteemed private colleges in Wisconsin. I'm about $80,000 in debt from my higher education.
Two things happened very recently. First my student loan payments kicked in. This has pretty much hammered my economic viability for the long term. Doing a quick run down on my fixed expenses, I have about $1,200 in bills I have to pay a month. I own no credit cards, nor do I have a family. That is simply rent, car payment, and student loan payment. The apartment is a studio apartment in the country, and the car payment is for a used VW beetle.
The student loans is killing me.
I have no insurance, health, car or otherwise. I work fixing computers. My pay is $8.00 an hour + 15% of what's made in service. The is most often about an extra $300-$400 a month. The spread covers the bills, but heaven forbid I have a bad month and only make base wage.
The other weird thing that happened was I got a letter from my school, asking for a donation. I guess as I'm an alumni. I am somehow shuffled into the same rank as the the people who buy the buildings on campus. I found it amusing that they asked me for money. I wish I can send them a bank statement.
I open the pretty leather booklet and look at my degree. It's very nice, with all the calligraphy and hand-made signatures from the board of trustees and the President of the College. I had received the degree "On this twenty-seventh of May, in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Seven."
I look at this thing and have no idea what to do with it...
Now, let's take a step back.
While in school I did not intern, nor did I do any extra-scholar activities. I worked in a warehouse during the day making hydraulic hoses and fetching fittings for $8.50 an hour. At night, I went to school for four hours every other day. I wanted the degree to find a way out. I was getting tired of working meager jobs I was not happy in. As I went to school, my job offered me no openings to use my pending degree. I was there to run the counter, and when it came close to graduation, was strongly reminded of my coming overqualification for the job. The warehouse was too small for a degreed manager, and I wasn't really interested in staying anyway.
The school had a Job placement office. However, I really didn't know what I wanted, other than not wallowing in hydraulic fluid anymore. After several meetings with a career counselor, I was told that maybe retail management would be the best direction for me.
I was pretty stunned.
Here I was flighting to get out from behind a counter and this guy was telling me I should be driving the desk in the back room. That was the polar opposite of where I wanted to be. In the end, it was a bust. Before graduation, a friend offered my my current job. I'm at least working with computers, but I'm stalled in retail making only slightly more than my other job. The degree sits in my laptop bag, where I put it after receiving it on that "twenty-seventh of May". Today I have it sitting on my desk. I look at it and feel it lose value with every clock tick.
I heard on the radio that a college graduate with a bachelors is supposed to be making an average of $4000 a month after graduation. I've never made that kind of money in my life. It seems like a fanciful number that reaches pinky-to-the-mouth proportions if you toss it in a CD for a few years.
I sit and look at my diploma, and I'm clueless on what the world to do with it.
I mean, I'm not talking where to go with my life. I'm simply wondering if I should keep it closed on my desk, or put it back in the bag. What exactly are you supposed to do with one of these things? I tell my story to others and they are just shocked that I would be making so little. I don't have an answer.
I'm going to rewind a little.
"So what do you want to do?", my career counselor asks. He peers over his glasses and my grungy hulk sitting in the chair. I had just come from the warehouse, leaving early so I could make the appointment. I haven't showered so I have grime between my fingernails and I smell like I just took a bath in a 55 gallon drum of cutting fluid.
"I don't know," I say, "Something Japanese. Like working with goods or media or something."
"What about teaching English?" He asks.
"I'm not really interested in that," I reply, "Teaching English is the hole that is filled by foreigners that can't do anything else. I want to do something that has me jumping back and forth across the pond working with Japanese products or something."
"Anything in particular?"
"I don't know, something."
The counselor give me an paper with an alumni on it. Masuo Mizuno, of the Mizuno Corporation. Mr. Mizuno graduated Carthage in 1970 and was president of the company over there. I wrote a letter to him, saying was graduating and looking for information on Japanese jobs. He gave a kind letter back. He wanted to know how well I spoke Japanese.
I didn't want to tell him that my language had atrophied over 10 years. Not only this, my Japanese I picked up hanging around the girls that slummed around military bases. It was nothing I could use in a business setting. A few days later, I found out I had calculated my credits wrong, and my graduation was actually a year out. I didn't reply to Mr. Mizuno until a few months later, apologizing for the tardiness of the letter and letting him know my graduation was pushed back.
I received no further correspondence.
It was only a few days ago I looked up Mizuno Corporation online. As it would turn out, it was a multi-billion dollar a year company, and the largest sportsware import/export company in Japan. It would seem that I botched that opportunity about as much as humanly possible.
Ok, back to today.
It is 4:17 in the morning on a Friday. I have to go to my $8.00 an hour job at 9:00. I'll probably be working Saturday on my own volition to catch up and get some extra hours. Beyond my Job, I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do or where to go. All I know is this; For $0.89 you can buy a loaf of bread from the Quick Trip next door. I know this because for the last month my diet has consisted of bread, cherry kool-aid, and ramen.
I don't think college graduates are supposed to be eating like this.
Help?
I look at my bank account and I have $125 that needs to last me until the first of next month.
I find myself in a very interesting situation. Very recently I graduated college. I kind of took my time. I got my four year degree at the age of 32. It's a bachelor's in business administration. The degree is from one of the most esteemed private colleges in Wisconsin. I'm about $80,000 in debt from my higher education.
Two things happened very recently. First my student loan payments kicked in. This has pretty much hammered my economic viability for the long term. Doing a quick run down on my fixed expenses, I have about $1,200 in bills I have to pay a month. I own no credit cards, nor do I have a family. That is simply rent, car payment, and student loan payment. The apartment is a studio apartment in the country, and the car payment is for a used VW beetle.
The student loans is killing me.
I have no insurance, health, car or otherwise. I work fixing computers. My pay is $8.00 an hour + 15% of what's made in service. The is most often about an extra $300-$400 a month. The spread covers the bills, but heaven forbid I have a bad month and only make base wage.
The other weird thing that happened was I got a letter from my school, asking for a donation. I guess as I'm an alumni. I am somehow shuffled into the same rank as the the people who buy the buildings on campus. I found it amusing that they asked me for money. I wish I can send them a bank statement.
I open the pretty leather booklet and look at my degree. It's very nice, with all the calligraphy and hand-made signatures from the board of trustees and the President of the College. I had received the degree "On this twenty-seventh of May, in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Seven."
I look at this thing and have no idea what to do with it...
Now, let's take a step back.
While in school I did not intern, nor did I do any extra-scholar activities. I worked in a warehouse during the day making hydraulic hoses and fetching fittings for $8.50 an hour. At night, I went to school for four hours every other day. I wanted the degree to find a way out. I was getting tired of working meager jobs I was not happy in. As I went to school, my job offered me no openings to use my pending degree. I was there to run the counter, and when it came close to graduation, was strongly reminded of my coming overqualification for the job. The warehouse was too small for a degreed manager, and I wasn't really interested in staying anyway.
The school had a Job placement office. However, I really didn't know what I wanted, other than not wallowing in hydraulic fluid anymore. After several meetings with a career counselor, I was told that maybe retail management would be the best direction for me.
I was pretty stunned.
Here I was flighting to get out from behind a counter and this guy was telling me I should be driving the desk in the back room. That was the polar opposite of where I wanted to be. In the end, it was a bust. Before graduation, a friend offered my my current job. I'm at least working with computers, but I'm stalled in retail making only slightly more than my other job. The degree sits in my laptop bag, where I put it after receiving it on that "twenty-seventh of May". Today I have it sitting on my desk. I look at it and feel it lose value with every clock tick.
I heard on the radio that a college graduate with a bachelors is supposed to be making an average of $4000 a month after graduation. I've never made that kind of money in my life. It seems like a fanciful number that reaches pinky-to-the-mouth proportions if you toss it in a CD for a few years.
I sit and look at my diploma, and I'm clueless on what the world to do with it.
I mean, I'm not talking where to go with my life. I'm simply wondering if I should keep it closed on my desk, or put it back in the bag. What exactly are you supposed to do with one of these things? I tell my story to others and they are just shocked that I would be making so little. I don't have an answer.
I'm going to rewind a little.
"So what do you want to do?", my career counselor asks. He peers over his glasses and my grungy hulk sitting in the chair. I had just come from the warehouse, leaving early so I could make the appointment. I haven't showered so I have grime between my fingernails and I smell like I just took a bath in a 55 gallon drum of cutting fluid.
"I don't know," I say, "Something Japanese. Like working with goods or media or something."
"What about teaching English?" He asks.
"I'm not really interested in that," I reply, "Teaching English is the hole that is filled by foreigners that can't do anything else. I want to do something that has me jumping back and forth across the pond working with Japanese products or something."
"Anything in particular?"
"I don't know, something."
The counselor give me an paper with an alumni on it. Masuo Mizuno, of the Mizuno Corporation. Mr. Mizuno graduated Carthage in 1970 and was president of the company over there. I wrote a letter to him, saying was graduating and looking for information on Japanese jobs. He gave a kind letter back. He wanted to know how well I spoke Japanese.
I didn't want to tell him that my language had atrophied over 10 years. Not only this, my Japanese I picked up hanging around the girls that slummed around military bases. It was nothing I could use in a business setting. A few days later, I found out I had calculated my credits wrong, and my graduation was actually a year out. I didn't reply to Mr. Mizuno until a few months later, apologizing for the tardiness of the letter and letting him know my graduation was pushed back.
I received no further correspondence.
It was only a few days ago I looked up Mizuno Corporation online. As it would turn out, it was a multi-billion dollar a year company, and the largest sportsware import/export company in Japan. It would seem that I botched that opportunity about as much as humanly possible.
Ok, back to today.
It is 4:17 in the morning on a Friday. I have to go to my $8.00 an hour job at 9:00. I'll probably be working Saturday on my own volition to catch up and get some extra hours. Beyond my Job, I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do or where to go. All I know is this; For $0.89 you can buy a loaf of bread from the Quick Trip next door. I know this because for the last month my diet has consisted of bread, cherry kool-aid, and ramen.
I don't think college graduates are supposed to be eating like this.
Help?