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I'm feeling decidedly heartless today. Disheartened, really. There is no bitch here.

So, here's what I did for the last five years. I moved away from home and went to college. Declared my major, Journalism, before I even got there. I made it in four years and finished with a BA in the School of Journalism and Communication. Somewhere along the way I became enamored with the web. Then, through some weird cosmic event I was able to do a post-graduate internship on a brand-new website.

While there I perfected my Photoshop skills and became smooth with the HTML. I hob-nobbed; I learned; I dreamed.

Sure, I can be a web designer. I've got passion and drive and I can liven up any office if given a chance. But... silly... you wanted to be a writer so what are you doing?

Nothing.

I can't seem to find that elusive web job which will catapult me to stardom. I can convince no one. I apparently don't know enough of the right languages or enough of the right software. But, if I turn back to writing what am I turning to? Not a career. Not as of yet.

I keep telling myself that I need to work somewhere, do something while I look for that real job. Can I swallow my pride and go back to food service?

Before the wonderful internship (do you hear the Harpies singing?) I was working in a Deli. For what it was, not a bad job at all. But, I had to quit to take the internship and was leaving the same time as another upwardly-mobile chick. We both shared the sentiment that we hoped this would be the end of jobs like this, food jobs. She found her job, her career. It's not something I would ever choose but she's got it.

Where will I be in six months?

Anybody need a lackey?