Ooh I'm blogging again...trendy :-P
Egh alot of changes on the horizon. Turning 23 in 6 days and in 3 weeks moving to back Clinton Township (or C-Ship as we like to call it...you know how we do things). It's depressing when I look around my room and think about how much shit I'll have to move. It almost makes me wish I were a monk. Maybe that's why they're always depicted as jolly bald men. I mean, chastity vows aside, they also have vows of poverty so whenever they're assigned to another monastary, they don't need reserve a U-Haul online to move.
My biggest priority is finding an accounting job that counts as experience towards my CPA. To be certified, one thing I need is 2 years experience with either an accounting firm or governmental entity. I have money saved up and I like my chances of finding a job near Detroit so I'm patient. However, my mom...not so much. She's treating my job hunt like I don't want to work and she tells all of her co-workers that I'm desperate for employment. As a result, they tell her to have me send my resume to banks and a bunch insurance companies because she has "connections" and when I try to explain to her that I probably shouldn't apply at places where I don't want to work and won't give me the experience I need, she gets emotional and claims I don't appreciate what she's been doing. In a few weeks, I'll be 23, living at home, and arguing with my parents. In essence, I'll easily be the oldest high school student I know.
My biggest priority is finding an accounting job that counts as experience towards my CPA. To be certified, one thing I need is 2 years experience with either an accounting firm or governmental entity. I have money saved up and I like my chances of finding a job near Detroit so I'm patient. However, my mom...not so much. She's treating my job hunt like I don't want to work and she tells all of her co-workers that I'm desperate for employment. As a result, they tell her to have me send my resume to banks and a bunch insurance companies because she has "connections" and when I try to explain to her that I probably shouldn't apply at places where I don't want to work and won't give me the experience I need, she gets emotional and claims I don't appreciate what she's been doing. In a few weeks, I'll be 23, living at home, and arguing with my parents. In essence, I'll easily be the oldest high school student I know.