On May 8th, 2005 I found myself in the precarious, yet expected, position of being a college graduate. It’s funny how the day before, everything was awesome and I had health insurance and had spent every last dime on a five month bender through Europe. By May 9th, a gorgeous Monday morning, I almost had a nervous breakdown while cruising through Georgetown on babysitting interviews. I had been asked no less than 50 times what I would be doing after graduation and while I had had some idea of what I wanted to do when I first began my college years, suddenly I was at a loss. And there’s really nothing like babysitting after four years of university to make you really question if graduating was really worth it. You will find out soon enough that I tend to be hyperbolic and go to extremes. I thought I was a failure because I didn’t have a job to start that Monday and my “unemployment� lasted all of six weeks. Six strenuous weeks in which I actually started baking and cleaning my apartment on a regular basis. That’s some serious stuff right there.

It was around this time that I started blogging because wouldn’t it be fun to share my woes and over dramatic behavior with the world? I describe my personal blog as a “neurotic and narcissistic account of my first year out of college.� Though I’m now on my second year out, I’m just as neurotic and narcissistic as I was a year ago and still wondering how much to contribute to my 401K. Think of this new little space here on BlogHer as the diary of a “young workaholic.� Though that’s a tad misleading: I’m young, but not yet near workaholic status. I mean really, did you know that jobs – unlike school or internships – require you to be there for like 8 whole hours a day sans a nap? Let’s just say that going from a lovely life of spa visits and shopping at 11 AM on a weekday to a life of having to be responsible and go to work every. Single. Day. Has been quite an awakening. Not to mention that I can’t even afford neither the spa visits nor the shopping anymore.

Anyway that’s me, Heather B. A brand spanking new Contributing Editor to BlogHer. Delving into a world of career-dom (Scary!) and playing grown up. I can tell you one thing though; playing grown up used to be fun, now it just makes me want to cry. I know, I sound really awesome already.