Monster for hire
*based loosely on Shel Silverstein's "For sale."
One Monster for hire! One Monster for hire! One jobless and helpful young Monster for hire! I'm really not budging, so stop judging! Do I hear Monopoly money? Aztec Gold or a few grand? Oh, isn't there , isn't there any one boss who will hire this recently trained and certifiably Masters-gained sobbing and slobbing young Monster for hire?
Ok, so maybe I am wallowing in self pity today...just a little. I sit on the threshold of the final two major projects, the worst and most dreaded of the semester turned in this very morning--to the professor who I have had ALL semester long, who looked at me as though he doesn't even know me, who I hope will also allow his alzheimer's to fog out the memory of my paper and give me an A. And yet, in this almost-merriment of being so close to being finished I feel a little nervous about work and that feeling is heavier than the happiness.
My position at the school library is effectively over on December 20th as I will no longer be a student and my position is based on student-age at the this school, and so I find myself continuing the search for my first "real" job in my field.
I really wasn't kidding in this post, I get around more than a sailor on leave these days when it comes to sending out resumes. I have sent out over 2 dozen resumes in a multitude of states (do you know your state abbreviations?): MI, IL, ID, OR, WA, ME, NH, CT, VT, MA, PA; libraries varying in size from small rural cities and towns to enormous metropolis areas.
I want to be excited about sending out Graduation Announcements and being done with classes--since I have been counting down the days for what seems like ages--but I feel frustrated and undesirable today.
I am not looking for advice, just commiseration.