Page 5 - jesse book

Moving To Jo’s
To tell your friends, who have also just graduated, that aligning your self worth with getting a job is “damaging” and “unfair”, is easy. To heed the same advice for yourself, is the complete opposite. It was now late July and I had recovered enough to get coffee and gab with friends still in
the area. Although, beneath my nonchalant, caffeinated demeanor, my future felt like an impending comet. The only way to stop this gargantuan disaster, was to find a job thus “having my shit together” and wait for it’s crumble in the Stratosphere.
I was told by a friend to “apply to jobs every day for 20 minutes”, to which I had done. For the past three weeks I applied to anything and everything that could be argued as “film”. Radio silence was louder than the responses back. To this day the worst thing about job applications is that there’s a complete lack of consideration. I already knew I would be making coffee and other brunt work alike, but not even sending an automated “it’s a no for me dawg” email felt purposefully cruel.
Everytime I closed my eyes I could see them: the countless applications, cover letter after cover letter floating aimlessly in a purple void that would wait thirty seconds, before flushing like a massive brain toilet. My mother had tried to quail my fear with advice like “so few people have jobs in their field” and “so what’re you gonna do then? Quit trying!?”. I stopped talking to my mother about my fear surrounding a job not long after that, and instead decided to internalize it.
Although, by the third week of July I had secured two job interviews; one was working at a talent agency as an assistant to the head of the company. The agency was dog friendly, and my future boss seemed to have a genuine interest in what I had to say. By the end of the interview. she told me the position was mine if I wanted it and that she hoped to hear back.