Update: Things are looking up.

(Image found at http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/aug/18/most-awkward-job-interview-story)

I had a phone interview this morning, for a job I‘m well-aware I’m not qualified for. The weird thing is, the woman interviewing me knew that going into it, and still gave me the time of day anyway. Folks, that’s not something you see often…

The first half of the interview was normal…”tell me about yourself, what you know about the company, why you’re qualified”…and then came all the hard questions. The questions I always skipped on my microeconomics exams (that’s a joke– everyone who knows me knows I would NEVER skip an answer). Either way, I was honest and tried my best to answer the questions, to which she said I did better than she thought I’d do. Great.

When she was done, this sweet lady explains to me that I have all the ingredients to make the cake, but I just haven’t mixed ’em all up yet. She sent my info to another department, and BATABING BATABOOM–NEXT INTERVIEW. I’m really feelin’ good about this one. AND it will give me a foot up in the business department…Hello Start-up!

I haven’t forgotten about you, you far-out-of-reach goal, you. My dear friend, Abbie, has expressed interest in hopping on the start-up train. I’m hoping this all works out, because Abbie’s got a whole lotta talent that I know will come in handy once I get my ideas going. She also keeps my head on my shoulders when I start to go a little loony. I’ve been blessed with a lot of support since the post went up. Now I just have to get the ball rolling.

I’m nervous. I’m so scared. I have no idea where my life is going, but I don’t even care. The only way to survive is to go with the flow. I’ve been trying to remind myself that lately.

That concludes today’s (diary-esqe) post. How informing was that? Probably not at all. Baby steps, babes.

New Peers!

Bare with me. My blog is a start-up, but it will get better. In order for it to get better, however, I need you as my followers. Please trust me on this. Please bare with me on this. It will pay off. For those of you who stick by me, will be rewarded handsomely. I will be forever indebted.

MORE PICTURES, BLOGS, BACKGROUNDS TO COME! I just need to get my camera back.

In the meantime, check out my Twitter, Instagram, and Pintrest. FOLLOW ME @cleeeshay AND I WILL FOLLOW BACK.

Teach me to be rich.

(image found at http://priceonomics.com/the-business-of-fake-hollywood-money/)

As you all know, I’m a homeless, jobless wreck with $70K of impending debt/doom. Naturally, instead of applying to jobs (as I told my girlfriend I was doing), I spent the last twenty minutes trying to look up how to start my own business. My dad started his own business when he was just a wee thing, and I’d like to think I could follow in his footsteps…even if it gives me pride issues.

ALAS! To start your own business, you need an idea for a business. In my twenty-two years on this God-forsaken planet, I’ve had so many, and none at all. Which brings me to you–my faithful seven followers. What would you be interested in the most?

So far I have:

Coordinate weekend vacations to anyone looking to “get away”–singles/couples/large parties heading to Vegas. I love to travel, and I love to do it cheaply, yet luxuriously. Give me a budget–ANY budget–and I’ll get you somewhere.
Thrift shop like a pro/blogger/fashionista/Macklemore. I have a keen eye for ugly things that, with a little love, turn into my most beloved pieces. Friends will scorn me when I pick up the oversized, men’s Hawaiian shirt, yet luuuuuhhhve it and havvvee to have it after I tie it up and pair it with some high-waisted jeans. I’m on top of runway trends, which are always blasts from the past. I know what I’m doing, and what I’m doing comes very cheap.
Dovetailing off that–Styling others on a budget. I find the cheapest clothing and make it cute. I can’t remember the last time I spent over $25 for an article of clothing. Not to toot my own horn, but I always get complimented on my outfits. There’s a reason I interned for CollegeFashionista for almost two years…
Guide high school students through the high school/college transition process. I struggled with this myself, I overcame it, and now I already coach younger friends/friend’s little siblings to do it better than I did. Anything from helping them decide a major, to which school is perfect for them, then all the way to the application and final selection processes. I was a lost puppy once, and I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone (especially if they have a dissociated mother like mine).
Lastly, Gourmet Brownies are a passion. Brownies in general are a passion. I’m ready to set up shop and start baking away my days with the weirdest, more creative brownie inventions! However, this option could be a costly start-up…

I love traveling, fashion, life decisions, and eating, so if you have any other suggestions, I’m open to them.

But how do I get these ideas started? What makes them “GO”? How do I know that there is actually a demand for these things? How do I know that I’ll even get paid?! Or how much?!?!

I’m on my journey to figuring all that out. BIG thanks to Ramit Sethi (and this article, specifically) for leading me to some of these ideas. I’m naturally good at them and they are all things I do when I’m procrastinating. So if I could make what I’m doing while procrastinating my real-time, big-girl-pants job, THAT would be ideal. Seriously, peers, check this guy out. He’s one of the few rich people who actually know what they’re talking about.

Until next time. I’ll be here. Typing away ideas, only to be washed away.

Oh boy.

Every time I start a blog, I write one post and that’s it. Idea = over. Inspiration = nonexistent. Does anyone else feel this way? Struggling to refine what you actually want to blog about?

It’s been a month since I told you guys I would blog my journey to find a job. Guess what!!! I still don’t have a job…and my loans are coming back to bite me in the…wallet. It’s safe to say I freaking out. The nice thing is, it’s not just me. My best friend from college studied Art and she’s struggling just as much. People aren’t hiring, especially in our areas.

I’ve been browsing on the internet quite a bit. I’ve found myself in a loophole of paid surveys that never seem to ever actually pay…I’ve spent hours creating online profiles just to make $3 on a 45 minute survey about Ramen Noodles. I’m desperate, I know.

Since I can’t find one thing to blog about, this blog might be a hodge-podge of ideas at first. But I promise I’ll find my niche eventually. I suppose running through all of the ideas I have will eventually lead me to something. Hopefully I’ll be able to track this in a way that is easily followed and portrayed to you guys, so you have something to look at if you’re ever in my situation.

College is great and sucks, but nothing sucks more than post-grad life without a job. Let’s do this, millennials. I know we can.

Life after college: A broke girl’s guide

I came home from the worst, most stressful vacation I’ve ever been on (two days early, I might add), just to have my mom screaming at me about not yet having a salaried job. I was put on house arrest until I applied for as many jobs as a day would allow–while my mom stood behind me to watch. It’s so frustrating: I have this 70k degree, yet I make significantly less than my brothers, who did not go to college. When my friends are out doing fun things, like going to the beach and festivals, all I see are dollar signs. I want to live and enjoy each moment, but each moment is getting more and more expensive.

So, bills are about to kick in and I’m terrified. Scared out of my mind. But I know I can handle it. If there’s anything four years at college taught me, it’s that I can handle it. I’m writing this, here, today, as guide to the rest of the lost post-graduates that don’t know what the hell they’re doing, but know that each day is getting harder and harder to manage. Here, in my posts, you’ll find excellent job hunting tips, free fun to do in your area, as well as any other types of adventure that needs to be addressed, that everyone else is too scared to talk about. Hopefully this works out. And hopefully this isn’t just for myself. Thanks for reading my first post, ya’ll. Bare with me.