Friday, February 14, 2014

6 Lessons Learned As "The Single Friend/Woman"

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

I'm a not a single friend, I'm THE Single Friend. I've been single for a very, very long time. When I was younger, I used to see being single as a weakness; I mean, every woman is continuously being courted, right? Wrong, very wrong. It took me a while to see the errors in my thinking, but eventually I got over myself and realized that there's absolutely nothing wrong with me. But unfortunately, sometimes society and our environment puts pressure on us to believe that we all need a man for every waking moment of our lives, and that stigma can be hard to combat. As Chairman of the Forever Alone Club, here's a couple of gems that I've picked up through my journey as a single woman.

1. Stop Letting Everyone Diagnose You. Just because your college roommate that slept with the entire basketball team finally got a man, does not mean that she holds the key to solving your case of single. It's okay to take trusted opinions into consideration, but don't let others' opinions of you consume your life! No matter how much these people care and "only want the best for you", it's okay to decline an unwarranted opinion.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

What It's Like to Be 24, Fabulous and Unemployed.

Hello. My name is Amber (Amberella to some), I'm 24 years old, and tomorrow it'll be two months since I had a job. Had, as in, I'm unemployed.

Let's go back to last summer, shall we? Girl has a job in her field of study that she's not particularly happy with. Girl gets fed up, takes out a $5,000 personal loan from her bank and decides to move to New York and live a Carrie Bradshaw-esque life. By the grace of God, girl lands a job as a Junior Account Executive for an intimate apparel company in Herald Square, and moves into a Brooklyn apartment.

November 22nd I got called into my boss' office. While making little to no eye contact, the VP of the company tells me that funds are down, cuts have to be made, and I had to go. I signed some paperwork, packed my belongings into a large H&M bag filled with some clothes I had purchased on my lunch break and left. And then I hopped on the M train, placed my head on top of my packed up office supplies, and cried the entire ride back to Brooklyn.