Showing posts with label job search. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job search. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Shape of an L on my forehead


 Batman and I have finished our degrees and we are moving from southern Illinois to St. Louis.  

Exciting, right?  Batman is done with law school and I'm finished earning my master's in public administration.  We're ready to start our adult life, start paying off some debt, and maybe even thinking about owning a house.....right?

Hahahahahahahaha.   No.

Neither of us have jobs.  Batman at least has an excuse, as it is very difficult to get hired until he passes the bar exam.  We're living in my parents basement indefinitely.  The plus side is that my parents are very nice people and we'll be saving quite a bit of money.  We've lived with them before for a summer (two summers actually) between internships and moving.

The downside is that no matter what, it's still living with my parents as an adult.  I feel like a bad stereotype:  playing World of Warcraft in my parents' basement, unemployed, eating the snacks my stepmom provides.

Have I mentioned that I turn into a sloth when I live with my folks?  They a) believe in  eating ridiculous amounts great food and b) keep the house quite cold.  It makes me want to hibernate.


 

So here's my plan:  
1) Apply for jobs.  Duh.
2) If I do not get a job by the time that Batman is finished with his bar review class in early July, I will start doing temp work.  I have mad data-entry skills.
3) Try not to go insane.  You know, without my own space or my own kitchen or all of my books.  
4) Do some cool things with Mo-mo.  I'm going to be living in a bonafide city...I intend to take advantage of it.
5) Do some projects.  I have a list.  I always do.  I'll share them with you all as I work on them.      

Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Six Stages of Not Getting A Second Interview When You Thought You Would

Approximate time lapse-- one hour

STAGE ONE: SHOCK


 
WHAT!?!  I didn't get the second interview?  Why the hell not?  What did I do wrong?


STAGE 2: PANIC
I'm never going to get a job!!!  My family is going to end up living in a cardboard box.  I better start practicing tying a stick and bindle.  It's a good thing my daughter already knows the word "hobo" because she'll be hearing it a lot.


STAGE THREE: CRYING


*sob*

STAGE FOUR: ANGER
  
I have a freakin' 4.0 in grad school, volunteer and leadership experience out the wazoo, and worked two years in this exact field.  What more could they want, the ability to turn coal into diamonds with my fists?  Laying golden eggs? 


STAGE FIVE: RATIONALIZATION



I bet I was over qualified.  They probably wanted people with only a bachelor's degree.  That lady interviewing me was scared that I would take her job in three years.  


STAGE SIX: HUNGER
 
 You know what I haven't had in forever?  Poptarts.


Stage five and six look very similar to the untrained eye.