I graduated college back in May with a degree in sports management and minors in communications and psychology. I’m currently working as an unpaid human resources intern within the sports industry, and don’t get me wrong- I love it. But the fact of the matter is, it’s unpaid and as a struggling grad putting herself through graduate school, I’m in desperate need of something more.
And that’s where this story starts. I apply to maybe ten jobs a day, sometimes more but never less. i send my resume to anywhere that I sound even remotely qualified for. I’ve had some success landing interviews, and have been told by several companies that they are definitely interested in hiring me. And then, it’s over.
I receive an e-mail in the next few days, saying it “just isn’t going to work out.” As in, the position was filled between the minute I was told I’m needed for the position and the next person who walked into the office, or that my part-time availability while participating in an internship just is not as feasible as they thought. I’ve dabbled with being a sport broadcaster, an agent, an HR professional. So here I am, considering another career change. And I think I know what I’m going to do. Drumroll, please.
Professional pole dancer. I’m pretty flexible, have exceptional balance, and can shake what my mama gave me (which isn’t much, believe me). I have blonde hair, blue eyes, I’m a fucking catch. I’m told by sources (meaning I saw a tweet) about how pole dancing is potentially becoming an Olympic sport. So, here’s the new plan: train to become a pole dancer, qualify for the Olympics, and win the first ever gold medal for exposing myself on a metal pole.
It’s genius. It’s crazy. But honestly, it might be the only thing I got going for me.
Here’s to bruises and burns from sliding up and down a cold pole.