The 100th!
I hit my hundredth tracked job application today. (That means the hundredth written cover letter and application since I graduated in May of last year.) Rather than being depressing, I've decided this is a good sign--someone shall surely hire me in the next month, by sheer numbers alone! (Okay, yes, the universe doesn't work that way, but I like to think it's got a sort of logic to it.)
I've been getting a much higher response rate since I moved back to Colorado, which is heartening. A lot of the responses are form "sorry, the position's filled" emails, but even knowing that my cover letter and resume went somewhere is better than nothing. In New York, all those hours of searching and applying seemed to just vanish into a black hole, never to be referenced again.
In guilty news, I got a job offer that I turned down. It wasn't a bad offer (though it was less than the number I told them my minimum salary req was), and the people were very nice, and I could have done the job... but it was tech journalism. Since I've spent the last several years trying very, very hard to avoid any mention of journalism, and the first real job I get out of college is going to have a rather large impact on what field people think I want to work in for the rest of my life, I turned it down. I don't want to write articles for a magazine. I like to edit articles, yes, and I like to write manuals and the occasional article for my website, but weekly blogging and article-writing was going to drive me nuts.
The economy may suck, but I still don't intend to take a job I'll be miserable at.*
But yes! The hundredth application has been submitted! I shall now proceed to sitting and waiting patiently to be hired, thank you. Or possibly looking and applying to more jobs. That might happen, too.
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*Until I'm going to starve. Then I'll apply to the movie theaters and book stores around here and be happy with minimum wage.
I've been getting a much higher response rate since I moved back to Colorado, which is heartening. A lot of the responses are form "sorry, the position's filled" emails, but even knowing that my cover letter and resume went somewhere is better than nothing. In New York, all those hours of searching and applying seemed to just vanish into a black hole, never to be referenced again.
In guilty news, I got a job offer that I turned down. It wasn't a bad offer (though it was less than the number I told them my minimum salary req was), and the people were very nice, and I could have done the job... but it was tech journalism. Since I've spent the last several years trying very, very hard to avoid any mention of journalism, and the first real job I get out of college is going to have a rather large impact on what field people think I want to work in for the rest of my life, I turned it down. I don't want to write articles for a magazine. I like to edit articles, yes, and I like to write manuals and the occasional article for my website, but weekly blogging and article-writing was going to drive me nuts.
The economy may suck, but I still don't intend to take a job I'll be miserable at.*
But yes! The hundredth application has been submitted! I shall now proceed to sitting and waiting patiently to be hired, thank you. Or possibly looking and applying to more jobs. That might happen, too.
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*Until I'm going to starve. Then I'll apply to the movie theaters and book stores around here and be happy with minimum wage.