This time two years ago, I had just begun my last semester
of graduate school. I loved my classes and
did very well, but I was struggling with trying to figure out what on earth I
was going to do when I graduated in May of 2012, as every college student does. A Master of Arts degree in Employment and
Labor Relations/Human Resources seems like a nice degree to have under your
belt, especially when you are only on the cusp of turning 24. However, at the time, I was working a $12.00 an
hour job with no savings account in sight and living in rural Western PA with
my father. (This sounds super cute, I know). Sure, I was motivated
to get a great job and tried to make a plan for myself, but with a terrible
economy and plenty of friends and family out of work, I didn’t really see my
situation being ideal when trying to obtain the American dream. I was scared
shitless as to whether or not my so called “advanced degree” was actually going
to get me an advanced level of pay.
I started to consider my current situation and began planning
on how I would get out of my father’s place and into my own penthouse suite in
downtown Pittsburgh (yeah right). My current job did show some promise. Sure, I
was only making $12.00 an hour and would have probably been beaten
with a stick (or in the case of my employer, a teen fashion retailer, a studded
hot pink belt) if I tried to work any overtime, but my boss was great and they
hinted at full-time, salaried position after I graduated school. This to me seemed like a solid back-up plan,
but for some reason I searched for something else. For some reason, I knew that I would move to bigger and better things and that is exactly what I did.
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