I sigh, and press send on what appears to be the 5th employment application that I only have 75% of the qualifications for.

My email is full of confirmation messages, impersonal exclamations of congratulations that don’t actually confirm anything.

I glance at the date. Three months. Jesus Christ.

A small drop of cold sweat slides down the side of my torso, significant in its isolation.

My mind slightly panics as I come to terms with the reality of the situation.

I’m under-qualified for the jobs I want, and over-qualified for the jobs that I have already been working since high school.

My certifications are limited, and there is no guarantee that the places I apply to will take them seriously.

My job applications feel like shots in the dark.

Volunteering now feels like more of a cop out than an actual legitimate life choice. Some organizations actually charge you money, requiring that you pay for room and board like you are on some flashy vacation.

Signing time away so that you don’t have to face the world.

The stress of existing in this job industry with no solid plan on what to do next seeps into every action that I think of.

Where do I fit in this cut throat world of capitalism?

I sigh again.
This is going to be a long three months.