It started in 2003.
Well, actually it started long before that but we’ll get to that later.
It was the summer after college graduation.
I was living in Lincoln Park in Chicago with two roommates and none of us had jobs yet. We spent some of our time looking for jobs, and a lot of time at the beach and bars. My parents were generously footing the bill while I awaited the “perfect” opportunity.
When August arrived my parents told me they were cutting me off financially the following month. I had to find a job, so I got down to business. I was determined to find something.
As the weeks passed and my timeline narrowed, I started to lose faith. Jobs in media and advertising were slim that year, and that’s the work I believed I should do.
One day I resigned to finding a retail job, or something similar. That same day I received a job offer from a media company. It was also the same day as my parents’ deadline.
The Universe is funny like that sometimes.
A week or so later I started my new job and on my very first day recall thinking, “uhhh, is this it?” – ’it’ being life as an adult and all that I’d worked for through college.
I didn’t receive an answer.
Maybe it’s because I was an Atheist?