Last spring, I found myself holed up in my mother’s guest room, 28 years old and facing unemployment yet again.
Since I graduated from Hampton University in 2011, I’ve bounced from short-term job to internship to short-term job and back again. I worked as a receptionist at a Brazilian waxing boutique, a nanny, a caterer and a video production assistant. I did a stint as a “creamologist” at a nitrogen ice cream shop in Los Angeles and cut fudge at Dylan’s Candy Bar in New York. A few years ago, I went back to school for a master’s in journalism, but even after earning a Georgetown degree, I couldn’t escape the world of odd jobs.
So after 13 years away, I reached out to the New England girl’s camp of my youth and made plans to return for the
Since I graduated from Hampton University in 2011, I’ve bounced from short-term job to internship to short-term job and back again. I worked as a receptionist at a Brazilian waxing boutique, a nanny, a caterer and a video production assistant. I did a stint as a “creamologist” at a nitrogen ice cream shop in Los Angeles and cut fudge at Dylan’s Candy Bar in New York. A few years ago, I went back to school for a master’s in journalism, but even after earning a Georgetown degree, I couldn’t escape the world of odd jobs.
So after 13 years away, I reached out to the New England girl’s camp of my youth and made plans to return for the