Stop wondering, this is not her
Plan A: Manage Miranda
Several months ago I was sitting at my favorite brunch spot with my sister and step-dad when it hit me, I’m poor. Of course, this was before I learned that I qualified for unemployment (thank you shitty work-study). But I had this money problem where a lot was going out, and none was coming in… you could say I enjoy spoiling myself... daily...
Anyway, I did need money. So the next day I half-assed applying to jobs. This simply meant that I created a lot of accounts with my email but I never finished signing up.
Nothing was calling my name, you know? I was losing interest before I even reallyyyy applied. The problem was that I was looking for a low commitment, part-time, summer job during Covid… of course nothing was calling my name. It’s not like I wanted to spend my days hauling boxes around the Amazon warehouse.
At that point I put a pin in working... it seemed like it wasn't quite for me.
The following week I was painting my toes (as broke girls do) and realized the answer was right under my nose, literally.