Life is all about timing..
I have come to the conclusion that this statement is so very true. Obviously, it's not all that decides your fate but I believe it has something to do with outcomes now more than ever.
I got fired from a job as a receptionist, I was NEVER late for more than six months except the day after my 21st birthday. I went out some friends from work and apparently they couldn't keep their mouths shut about it, ipso facto, my manager found out about it. I drove the whole way there to just get fired on the spot. They had no reason to fire me. My personal life is none of their business and I was late ONCE, you have to give the person at least a warning before you take such drastic measures.. Well it seems that's just my rational mind being kerazy again! Oh silly me. Going on another tangent.
I haven't had a job for two months. God only knows how I have been able to pay for stuff (i.e. my unpaid internship where I have to drive more than 30 minutes each morning AND pay for parking four days out of seven) but because all of these college student are still here in Indy every place I've applied to is well staffed if not over staffed. I got fired in late May, I wish they would've fired me BEFORE the summer started. I have like zero time to fit in a job and I made my schedule around that damn job. I have 20 hours a week at the IBJ then a summer class, which takes up a lot of time, so it is difficult for me to find times that I can be available to employers, except on weekends.
Once the college students go back to school I am hoping it will be a little easier to find something. Although, I am not too hopeful because there was a point I was in limbo and it took me forever to find a job (the next job I got was only because I knew someone who knew someone that worked there). For me it's timing.
I dropped off some clothes at Plato's Closet, obviously because I am so broke I can't think, and in the past they have taken everything unless it was really worn or was damaged in some way shape or form. I dropped off some clothes I have had in my closet for more than a year that I only wore twice (some abercrombie stuff and bebe stufff) it was about 25 articles of clothing, I thought for sure that I would get minimum 40$. I walk up to the register excited to finally have some money to think straight. She gives me back a full bag... ummm what the fuck? There is nothing wrong with this clothing, I think to myself. She tips the bin towards me to show me what they want to buy from me. One A&F sweater in navy and white, a HCO hoodie (I hated that thing) & idk about the rest.. non-descript.
She goes, "We'll give you $12.17"
I thought to myself.. For real? What the hell? Normally, they tell you whats wrong with the stuff but she just said,
"We are looking for denim with embellishments.."
then proceeds to point to herself showing where the embellishments would normally be on pants and says
"You know, like rhinestones."
Good thing I am a complete idiot and I nooo earthly idea what embellishments could be.. I was just so spell bound that my bebe stuff wasn't 'purchased' from me. I thought those would be the items they would definitely take. I thought about it a little more and thought to my past experiences.. And came to the realization if I had given this stuff to them a year ago all of it would've been bought from me. Rawr.. How annoying.. It's that timing thing again!