Job Searching
24 years. I should be a “woman” by now, right?? Somehow it doesn’t work that way. I don’t own a house, a car, nor do I have kids. How many 24 year olds today actually own a house, a car AND have kids? Is that even what constitutes “womanhood”? There’s gotta be more.
“So, are you studying or working?” She asks, as I fumble to dress myself in the locker room after cardio.
“Ummm, pardon?” I don’t make eye contact.
“Are you working full time?” She persists.
“Oh, yeah. No. I mean, I just finished my under grad. I’m waiting to apply for a masters program... kinda in limbo... working part time.” I hope she doesn’t notice my face flush with embarrassment - somehow I felt the need to explain why I wasn’t working a REAL job yet.
“Oh good. Education’s always good.”
I wonder if she meant that.
Somehow, I feel like I should be doing SOMETHING. Anything. Working part time makes you feel and look like a loser when you’re holding on to an under graduate degree. On the other hand, an under grad is by no means the golden ticket into prestigious full time careers. We need more today. Where does it stop? Who really knows what they want to do with the rest of their lives anyway? People change jobs all the time. It’s almost as if those of us applying for post graduate schools are uncertain of society’s “opportunities”. More education gives you something to do, a title, a claim - a place in society. You’re either not qualified enough or you’re over qualified. How do you find the medium? Wait, you don’t. Meet the right people and they’ll open the door to let you in. Networking. Everything’s become so calculated.
“Do what you enjoy, and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.”
I like to eat, sleep and shit. I should try searching for those qualifications on Workopolis.
My cat’s getting fat. Maybe he eats, sleeps and shits too much.
“So, are you studying or working?” She asks, as I fumble to dress myself in the locker room after cardio.
“Ummm, pardon?” I don’t make eye contact.
“Are you working full time?” She persists.
“Oh, yeah. No. I mean, I just finished my under grad. I’m waiting to apply for a masters program... kinda in limbo... working part time.” I hope she doesn’t notice my face flush with embarrassment - somehow I felt the need to explain why I wasn’t working a REAL job yet.
“Oh good. Education’s always good.”
I wonder if she meant that.
Somehow, I feel like I should be doing SOMETHING. Anything. Working part time makes you feel and look like a loser when you’re holding on to an under graduate degree. On the other hand, an under grad is by no means the golden ticket into prestigious full time careers. We need more today. Where does it stop? Who really knows what they want to do with the rest of their lives anyway? People change jobs all the time. It’s almost as if those of us applying for post graduate schools are uncertain of society’s “opportunities”. More education gives you something to do, a title, a claim - a place in society. You’re either not qualified enough or you’re over qualified. How do you find the medium? Wait, you don’t. Meet the right people and they’ll open the door to let you in. Networking. Everything’s become so calculated.
“Do what you enjoy, and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.”
I like to eat, sleep and shit. I should try searching for those qualifications on Workopolis.
My cat’s getting fat. Maybe he eats, sleeps and shits too much.