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I really need money. It hits home every time I realize the back-log of music I am amassing, each release of which will cost more than a thousand dollars. Between the AFM and Til Heidurs Um, I have seven or eight solo albums in the works, and World Line has an EP and a full length in planning.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I just graduated magna cum laude in a field that I thought would be plentiful and fairly lucrative and I can't find anything. You'd think someone trained in law, legal research, and capable of writing court documents would be in demand, but no one seems to need me.
I finished my internship in early August and graduated in October and I'm still without a source of income. I'm at the top of my field and it doesn't matter. I've had one interview, and one request for a resume, neither to any avail. I even applied for a position in Cleveland that I was exceptionally qualified for - no bite. All the jobs posted online and such, even in Cleveland, are for part time legal assistants, don't pay enough, or are for people with much more experience than I have.
It's a really demeaning experience to be a certified paralegal and walk into the doors of a temping agency for a job. And to be offered a week's worth of work in an office that needs help catching up on its inventory. Or something like that. The other day, I talked to a girl who I went to school with, who was two semesters behind me. She's just starting her internship, but she's already been hired by the lawyer, full time, as the main paralegal in the office, with pay.
In college I was always the guy that everybody thought was so brilliant and all that bullshit, which annoyed me, but it serves to drive the irony home. Ah, the star of the show can't even get a spin-off. It's the story of my life - my parents always thought I was going to be some huge success, and instead I disappointed them with years of depression and directionlessness. The other day my girlfriend was talking to her grandmother on speaker phone, when suddenly I heard, "Does Zack have a job yet? He's 24. Most people have their careers established by then. He just doesn't sit well with me."
I'm going to have to settle, am I not? I'm going to have to work a job I could have had without school, just to make something of myself, just to have the necessary funds to be independent and, most importantly, publish myself. I never thought I'd end up here.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I just graduated magna cum laude in a field that I thought would be plentiful and fairly lucrative and I can't find anything. You'd think someone trained in law, legal research, and capable of writing court documents would be in demand, but no one seems to need me.
I finished my internship in early August and graduated in October and I'm still without a source of income. I'm at the top of my field and it doesn't matter. I've had one interview, and one request for a resume, neither to any avail. I even applied for a position in Cleveland that I was exceptionally qualified for - no bite. All the jobs posted online and such, even in Cleveland, are for part time legal assistants, don't pay enough, or are for people with much more experience than I have.
It's a really demeaning experience to be a certified paralegal and walk into the doors of a temping agency for a job. And to be offered a week's worth of work in an office that needs help catching up on its inventory. Or something like that. The other day, I talked to a girl who I went to school with, who was two semesters behind me. She's just starting her internship, but she's already been hired by the lawyer, full time, as the main paralegal in the office, with pay.
In college I was always the guy that everybody thought was so brilliant and all that bullshit, which annoyed me, but it serves to drive the irony home. Ah, the star of the show can't even get a spin-off. It's the story of my life - my parents always thought I was going to be some huge success, and instead I disappointed them with years of depression and directionlessness. The other day my girlfriend was talking to her grandmother on speaker phone, when suddenly I heard, "Does Zack have a job yet? He's 24. Most people have their careers established by then. He just doesn't sit well with me."
I'm going to have to settle, am I not? I'm going to have to work a job I could have had without school, just to make something of myself, just to have the necessary funds to be independent and, most importantly, publish myself. I never thought I'd end up here.