So, I've been unemployed for a good five months now. I thought for sure I would have a job by now seeing as that is the reason I went to college...to get an education, of course, but also be a little bit more marketable than the average Joe, or Jane as the case may be. Well, I did my time and what do I have to show for it? A little piece of paper that says I did. That's it. Okay, and maybe also the satisfaction of knowing that I worked hard for it...yadda, yadda, yadda. And I did work hard! But now what am I doing? Not working. You see where I'm going with this? Yeah...me neither.
Anyway, I have a little problem. I'm not a shopaholic, but my father would probably disagree with that. I just really like to shop. I don't want to sound like I'm this crazed maniac who breaks into cold sweats when she hasn't gone shopping for at least eight hours...because I'm not. I simply just like to go into a store of my choosing, walk around and pick up things that I'm interested in purchasing, and then...well, purchase them. However, this becomes a problem when I don't have money because I don't have a job! I know things could be a lot worse and I should be grateful. And I am...really!
I just miss shopping without the guilt that is killing me slowly from the inside out. I should be spending my money wisely, but somehow that all gets forgotten when I have a cute shirt in my hands...that gets rung up and placed in my hands in a crisp shopping bag. And then buyers remorse usually follows quickly thereafter.
On a positive note, I have noticed that I'm learning to put away what I don't absolutley need, leading my purchases to become smaller. And I have also learned to bargain hunt. I am skilled at finding killer deals, which by definition are really just killing my bank account. But the way I see it, this is all just a necessary life experience to teach me that it's not the things in life that are important. I don't need every article of clothing that I find (even thought they looked really good on me and I will never, ever find those pair of jeans again!) and the life lessons of practicality are far more valuable. So maybe this whole not having a job is good for me, dang it. Too bad I can't just buy one. I'm really good at that. :)
