Thursday, December 23, 2004

Urgh!

I walked into the kitchen, where my father and mother were sitting at the table, to find something to eat. After opening the fridge, I heard my father say, “Dina, would you like a job on the floor? I can call my friend Pete and you’ll have one in a minute.” “No, Daddy, I’m not interested in that kind of job.” He looked at me and earnestly replied, “you’re not?” I didn’t know how to respond! Luckily, my mother did that for me by saying, “No, [insert my father’s name], she’s not. But maybe you didn’t hear her the last 68 times she said that.” Hehe.
My father wants me to get a job, but the only jobs he considers “jobs” are the ones he knows--which limits me greatly. It also doesn’t help that he thinks I’m a flake. Now, I’ll admit to occasionally being flaky--but a complete flake? No, that’s not me.
My mother was told she needed to get something useful when she was in college and ended up graduating with a degree in economics that did diddlysquat for her. She always wanted to do something more creative and artsy but, because she wasn’t allowed to follow through with that, had to wait until my youngest brother was a year old to go to Parson’s and finally become an Interior Designer (and she’s good).
Granted, my father does have good cause for concern. Growing up, my job ambitions included “tightrope walker,” “diamond miner who owns twelve Dalmatians,” and “really famous actress.” But I’ve matured since…I want to be a writer now. “You’re 19; if you’re serious about being a writer, you should be published by now,” he says in response to that. Okay, so maybe being a writer is a cop-out I use when I am not sure how to tell him that I can’t make up my mind. There is a crazy world out there with so many fields I wish I could venture into! I want to run philanthropies, be a foley artist, direct movies, produce newsmagazine programs, manage political campaigns, own a café, buy land in Israel and the Sinai desert, write editorials, and be a stay-at-home mom.
To protest my father’s pleas that I switch my major from Creative Writing to Poli Sci and go to law school so that I can work in politics or switch my major to Economics and consider going to business school because I would do great as a customer service person and do well off commission, I tell him I can’t do the 9-5. I’d die. His response is always the same, though: “do you want to do mortgages--selling them to customers? You’ll make a lot of money off commission…or how about at the stock exchange? I can get you a job on the floor...”

7 Shpeils

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Blogger elder punk of zion said...

narishkeit!! how can u think like such a shiksa. you have to get married as soon as possible, have a minimum of 20 kids and support your heimish kollel husband by working two jobs. writing!! who told u such apikorsos?!? how can u even consider such a self-centered notion as a career?!? Shtuss!!

Friday, December 24, 2004 12:41:00 PM  

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Blogger BrownsvilleGirl said...

:)!

Friday, December 24, 2004 1:09:00 PM  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

What's wrong with a job on the floor? Or selling mortgages? If you're doing it part time while pursuing your writing and education, you end up having a career on which you can fall back whenever times get rough.

T_M (from Jewlicious)

Tuesday, December 28, 2004 8:43:00 PM  

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Blogger BrownsvilleGirl said...

HeyT_M(sorry,my_spacebar_died_by_drowning_in_coffee_the_other_day...),
Technically_there's_nothing_wrong_with_a_job_like_that.
I_just_wouldn't_ever_do_my_work.__I_have_a_slight
problem_called,_"I_don't_know_how_to_prioritize_so
I_do_the_things_that_get_my_heart_and_let_the_others
fall_to_the_wayside."
Take_for_example_the_current_situation_I'm_in.__I_have
issues_focusing_on_schoolwork_because_it_seems_tedious.
This_is_wrong,_I_know.__And_this_is_no_way_to_developing
the_skills_needed_for_a_successful_career...but_it's
not_that_I'm_spending_my_time_that_should_be_allocated
to_homework_partying,_I'm_just_doing_other_things_I_feel
are_more_important_(I_wrote_a_post_on_why
I'm_flunking_school...).
This_is_why_my_father's_an_adult_and_I_just_look_like_one...:)

Tuesday, December 28, 2004 11:24:00 PM  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brownsvillegirl, sorry to hear about your keyboard.

If the issue is prioritizing, how are you going to be a writer which requires a good deal of discipline?

Have you considered becoming a celebrity for your career? I hear they get away with anything. ;)

Anyway, prioritizing at the age of 19 is important because you're in school, but there is plenty of time to get priorities under your belt. Please don't fail school. You're better off taking some time away so those shitty grades don't remain on your transcript forever. Work out a deal with daddy where you take a year or two off school to "grow as a person," and you agree to work as a barrista or something like that where you don't have to think much, somebody else tells you when to come in and leave, and you make enough not to starve if you live with mommy and daddy. In the meantime you work on your writing, etc.

T_M

Wednesday, December 29, 2004 2:48:00 AM  

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Blogger BrownsvilleGirl said...

No,no,no,no…I_think_you_misunderstand.
The_first_real_job_I_ever_had_was_interning_at
the_IntercontinentalExchange_(an_electronic
commodities_exchange)_the_summer_I_was_16.
My_second_real_job_was_interning_at_a_bank
the_summer_I_was_17. __Those_jobs--not_for_me.
So_last_year_I_interned_at_CBSNews_(and, _yes,
that_job_I_got_all_on_my_own_without_my_father’s
helpful_intervention)…so_I_still_have_my_contacts
there…

But_it’s_not_that_I_can’t_work.__I_can’t_stand
being_handed_a_strict_regiment_that_requires_no
thought,_and_my_grades_aren’t_awful; _they’re
still_around_a_3.5.

This_year_I’m_working_at_our_Hillel_as_Grinspoon
Intern. __I_work_on_programming_and_directing
Israel-related_events_with_both_the_Israel
activism_and_Israeli_culture_clubs. __I_love_this_work!

I_don't_know_where_I’m_going_with_this…maybe_I
should_just_marry_a_rock_star_and_assert_myself_at
all_the_awards_shows_until_I_gain_celebrity_status.
I_hear_Adam_Levine’s_one_of_the_tribe…

Wednesday, December 29, 2004 10:09:00 AM  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

You've got a 3.5 gpa and are complaining about failing? Your father must be very proud...

T_M

Wednesday, December 29, 2004 3:20:00 PM  

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