Not one of the numbers.
I am one of the underemployed. I was listening to WPR yesterday, and the guest of the moment was a financial expert who was taking questions from callers on anything related to economics. One of the questions posed was about the unemployment rate, how it was calculated and what it really meant. One of the thoughts that came out of the response was that the unemployment rate only counts individuals who are out of work and actively looking-- it doesn't count those who have given up or those who are underemployed-- working at McDonald's when they have a degree or working part time when they would rather be working full time.
I spend a lot of time at captel daydreaming about quitting. It works quite well to get me through the day.
What a time to enter the work force. My initial interview this weekend went well, though-- I am now on the list of names which will be given to principals with openings in that county. I'm heading back in May by invitation from an HR lady I met at the job fair at NIU. I'm hoping that will be a fruitful visit, and that that will be the day when I will know what's going on not only next year, but for the next several years. I like to know.
I think that if I know what I will be doing next year in May, I would be able to quit captel when After School ends in June. Then I could just work summer school as planned, and have plenty of time to finish getting things ready for the wedding and time to enjoy my summer. Maybe find some small things to do to make money on the side. It makes me feel guilty to think about quitting, and to find so much enjoyment in doing so, when there are so many people who are unemployed. I think time stops inside of that building, though. All of the good books in the world can't make up for that ding I get in my ears when a call is coming in.
I think my diet coke addiction has been kicked. One soda yesterday (along with some ibuprofen) and I was good to go. Or rather, I should specify, one caffeinated soda. Diet caffeine free sodas are my new friend.
I spend a lot of time at captel daydreaming about quitting. It works quite well to get me through the day.
What a time to enter the work force. My initial interview this weekend went well, though-- I am now on the list of names which will be given to principals with openings in that county. I'm heading back in May by invitation from an HR lady I met at the job fair at NIU. I'm hoping that will be a fruitful visit, and that that will be the day when I will know what's going on not only next year, but for the next several years. I like to know.
I think that if I know what I will be doing next year in May, I would be able to quit captel when After School ends in June. Then I could just work summer school as planned, and have plenty of time to finish getting things ready for the wedding and time to enjoy my summer. Maybe find some small things to do to make money on the side. It makes me feel guilty to think about quitting, and to find so much enjoyment in doing so, when there are so many people who are unemployed. I think time stops inside of that building, though. All of the good books in the world can't make up for that ding I get in my ears when a call is coming in.
I think my diet coke addiction has been kicked. One soda yesterday (along with some ibuprofen) and I was good to go. Or rather, I should specify, one caffeinated soda. Diet caffeine free sodas are my new friend.