I am a late mid-20-something, former wannabee PhD without A Plan (or something)  After college I moved to New York City (…for a boy). The boy dumped me, but I got to live the cliched dream of a 20-something single girl in NYC. It was the most amazing time of my life.

Then I moved to Chicago and got a Masters degree in 9 months (more productive than getting knocked up!). It was not a very good period in my life and I didn’t really “get” anything out of it, other than the piece of paper. I didn’t make connections, certainly, but I did get the ability to put a snobby school of my resume.

Within the next 9 months post MA, I moved back to NYC, got a job that made me miserable, and got fired. It was a horrible time in my life. I also had a bad relationship and suffered from untreated Depression, which is not a pretty color on me. I deserved to get fired; I was TERRIBLE at that job, but it was also a TERRIBLE job. My current most recently former boss didn’t know I’d been fired until I was already established there (apparently no one read my official application) and he said something along the lines of “I can’t picture you being bad at your job.” Because by that point, I had proved my ability to kick ass and take names.

For the past two years I was have been “temporarily” marooned in suburban Jersey, getting my head together. Since September 2009, I have been in Pursuit of A Plan. So far nothing has panned out. The Plan basically involved “find a job in DC. Network your way into what you REALLY want to do.” I would have preferred to find a dream job of course, but those are not in high supply.

Now I live in Washington DC. I have a job. It pays the bills. There are longer term goals somewhere in there, but I have no idea where.

I also like politics, history tomes, writing emails you probably won’t care about, engaging in epically inane conversations with fellow Libertarians and watching entirely too much West Wing Law & Order.