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jazebelle
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I just turned 25 less than a month ago, and I've been working since I was 22. A pretty late age to start work I'd say, still I was one of the first to start working compared to my college buddies, who continued their further studies in the UK. As for me, family fund issues prevented me from going back to obtain my Bachelor's in Communications. My original plan was to go to work for a couple of years, earn the money, then continue pursuing my studies by funding myself. (Parents have been paying for them all through before.) But that obviously never happened, and I don't see it happening at all in the future. I got too comfortable. Thought to myself, why go back to school when I'm already stable now.
Anyways, almost three years in the working field, I've gone through 4 jobs, including three free lancing jobs. A lot for one who's only been working for exactly 2 years and 8 months now? I think not. I'm sure many have gone through more. According to recruitment agencies statistics, by the time an individual hits 38, he or she would have gone through at least 15 jobs throughout their lives. Probably more too.
Today I work at a recruitment agency called Manpower Staffing Services. It started off as a temp agency in Milwaukee, and then went on to become one of the biggest recruiting companies globally. (So they preach to us everyday at work, how true this is, I don't know. But we do fall into one of the fortune 500's.)
I love my job, I have never loved any other job so much. What do I do? I'm a copy writer! I basically correct job advertisements, change the words around, make them look more 'attractive' for a candidate to want to apply for a particular job. I also help the marketing team on and off in their branding and advertising stuff. Lately, I've also been handling our website. Creating very basic HTML codes, uploading images, and some basic graphic stuff. Above all this, I love my job because I can come in at 8:30am, and leave at 5:30pm on the dot. I love my job because it allows me time to surf the forums everyday! I love my job because it's only 5 minuets away from where I live. I love my job because it pays decently. I love my job because it's stress free, worry free and allows me to do just what I like. So in conclusion, I just love what I do, and when the weekends here, Monday's usually a day I look forward to, and not dread.
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A few days ago, a good friend of mine called me up and said, "I'm 8 days late!" She sounded frantic, excited and scared all at the same time. So what would first pop up in your mind? She got knocked up. Impossible! Mind you I had the impression she was still a virgin. And apparently her first time was a couple of weeks back. Which may have gotten her into trouble now.
"What do you think could be the problem," I asked her. She was more eager to tell me that she'd 'lost it' than actually facing the real thruth here. Her first words were, "Don't you want to hear about it first? And who I'd done it with!!"
Seriously, girl you're out of your mind. She's only 22 still in college, and has been aspiring to be a fashion designer forever. And throughout the years I've known her, she is one extremely talented woman. I was more worried for her condition than she was. Obviously to her it didn't mean anything. Or perhaps she was convinced that she hadn't gotten pregnant.
So once she told me the entire details of her 'wild sex' story, with this dude she met ONLINE and has known for a little under 5 months, she bawled her eyes out, and this time I heard real fear and worry in her voice. I told her to calm down, and tried assuring her that perhaps it's just imballanced hormones or something. She carried on sobbing for the next 40 minuets. I stayed quiet on the phone. I honestly did not know what to say. I mean, what would I do if I were in her situation? Marry a man you hardly know? Have the child? Consider this, where I come from unwed mothers are shun away from the society and cursed by your religion. (She's a hindu). On the other hand, the guy is chinese, which makes matters worst for her. So what's the next move? Abortion perhaps? Which is going to cost thousands of dollars, and not only is it illegal and the sort of penalty she might face, this will leave a permanent scar in her life. What happens to her dreams and hopes two years down the road? I wept for her, I wept along with her. I really felt for her. Yet I was lost for words. She hung up five minuets later. I was in shock silent mode for a while.
The next morning, on my way to work, she called again. She said she did the right thing by telling her parents what happened. Surprisingly enough they were very understanding about the situation, and wanted to meet the guy. She sounded better, and felt better too. HOWEVER, she's not done any tests yet. For all we know, she's probably clear. Though I suppose her parents would put a lock and chain on her now, and keep a watchfull eye.
I've still to hear from her. I am also afraid to call her, somehow the results of her 'fear' seem to fear me more. Most of all, I'm not sure why I keep thinking if we will still be friends now. Which is extremely selfish of me.
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