For as long as I can remember, I’ve been eligible for some type of discount at stores. I guess that’s the benefit of going straight from being a student to a teacher, and then back to being a student again. It’s starting to occur to me that in a mere 13 days, I will no longer be able to enjoy this luxury. For the first time in my life, I will always have to pay full price. And, for the first time in my life, I will be unemployed and not in school.
The first thing I have to say about this is…WTF. I thought I did everything right. I got my Master’s from an Ivy League school, and not in some archaic field like Classics or unemployable field like Fine Arts. I actually chose something that is directly related to a JOB! And quite a broad range of jobs, for that matter. And I’ve applied to 35 of them to date. Got an interview for one, made it to the final round, and got beat out by an alumna who couldn’t find a job in her field so she decided to encroach on mine. So in approximately 4 weeks, I will be moving back in with my parents for the first time in 6 years. And I repeat, this is after I got a Master’s degree from an Ivy League school.
I am completely aware that I sound like an entitled bitch right now. Yes, I realize that it’s still a rough economy. And no, I don’t expect employment to just come to me without having to expend any effort. But most of the jobs I’m applying to don’t require a Master’s degree. In fact, some of them don’t even require a college degree! This is incredibly frustrating, considering that I spent upwards of $50K on something that is completely and utterly useless, and whichever job I take will have a salary that is less than I made when I was teaching. I should have just found a job after I quit teaching, or just stayed in teaching. I hated my life, but things had started looking up. Maybe I should have just stuck it out and completed TFA. Maybe. Would I have been better off?
For someone who has always had a plan (and whose friends and family know that I’ve always had a plan), being unemployed is incredibly scary. I’ll probably avoid people until I find some sort of gainful employment. My friends who work in different fields are shocked that I haven’t found anything yet, but only two people out of my graduating class of 50 have! Not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. Some days I just get so angry that I want to sell my soul to one of the two-bit marketing firms that keep calling me after I posted my resume on Indeed. At least I wouldn’t have to live at home, although I don’t think living in the Philly ghetto would be any better since that’s all I’d be able to afford. I look at my friends who have had steady jobs for the past two years and wonder where the hell I went wrong. Not to mention that I’m getting old and have zero relationship prospects, but we won’t even get into that. I should really delete Facebook for a little while, as it’s making me very depressed.