the interview enthusiast
I graduated a year ago with my MA in publishing. I have had... let me think...
14 interviews since then- like the big kind that you get really excited for. I'm currently 0 for 14.
Let me qualify this with: yes, this is for sure a 'first world' problem. I fully concede that I am lucky to have a job at all, and I am very pleased to live outside of my parents' domicile. I even have my own paid-off car. Other perks? My off-beat retail hours allow me to kick around town when most people are at work. For instance: I just walked down to the city library and had the media room to myself. Like a boss. I can go to Maple Barn on a weekday and not have to wait for delicious stuffed-french toast. I can have mimosas on Tuesdays and hang out at the beach on Mondays. I read outside on my sunny porch any morning I want since I work at night.
But. Saturdays and Sundays are the worst days of the week. Bad in the sense that I want to wear a helmet to gather carts in our war-zone parking lot. I work opposite of my husband and family. I hardly ever get the opportunity to cook dinner. I can barely support the weight of my student loans. I spend more time than I wish pacifying unreasonable people.
I'm not using my education for work. I've had the internships, recommendations, the networking...but now I need someone Not to Pass on me after an interview. My classmates have, for the most part, landed good jobs. They worked hard, they deserve it, and I'm happy for them. Now, after a year, I'm worried I'll never make it. Seventeen-year-old me would be pretty disappointed.
However, you have to adjust your expectations as you go. I absolutely find pleasure and meaning in the life I'm living right now. But I can't help getting frustrated.
at least there's karate tonight
14 interviews since then- like the big kind that you get really excited for. I'm currently 0 for 14.
Let me qualify this with: yes, this is for sure a 'first world' problem. I fully concede that I am lucky to have a job at all, and I am very pleased to live outside of my parents' domicile. I even have my own paid-off car. Other perks? My off-beat retail hours allow me to kick around town when most people are at work. For instance: I just walked down to the city library and had the media room to myself. Like a boss. I can go to Maple Barn on a weekday and not have to wait for delicious stuffed-french toast. I can have mimosas on Tuesdays and hang out at the beach on Mondays. I read outside on my sunny porch any morning I want since I work at night.
But. Saturdays and Sundays are the worst days of the week. Bad in the sense that I want to wear a helmet to gather carts in our war-zone parking lot. I work opposite of my husband and family. I hardly ever get the opportunity to cook dinner. I can barely support the weight of my student loans. I spend more time than I wish pacifying unreasonable people.
I'm not using my education for work. I've had the internships, recommendations, the networking...but now I need someone Not to Pass on me after an interview. My classmates have, for the most part, landed good jobs. They worked hard, they deserve it, and I'm happy for them. Now, after a year, I'm worried I'll never make it. Seventeen-year-old me would be pretty disappointed.
However, you have to adjust your expectations as you go. I absolutely find pleasure and meaning in the life I'm living right now. But I can't help getting frustrated.
at least there's karate tonight