Real Ramble: My Feet Are Tired, and So Is My Hope
Welcome to the first installment of Real Ramble —a space where I speak candidly about what’s on my mind and what I’m going through. A little about me: I’m 38, and I just completed my Bachelor of Arts in Communications. I know I’m not alone in this, but I’m just rambling here—processing life out loud. The job search right now? It’s honestly appalling. I miss the days when you could walk into HR, fill out an application, and get called in based on your experience. Back when companies at least pretended to care. Now, you’re just a number—and they don’t even try to hide it. I’m eager to get into marketing or any desk job, really. Let me be even more honest: I don’t have a dream job or a five-year plan. I just want to sit down. I’ve been working since I was 18. My feet are tired. I don’t need to be a manager or climb a corporate ladder—I just want a decent salary, to do my work, and go home. But it’s frustrating when “entry-level” roles demand 3–6 years of experience or a master’s...
