Currently locked in my apartment reflecting on my life. Specifically, my job/career situation, which we can all agree is dead in the water. It’s a difficult question. However, I remain optimistic things will work out for the better.
Do I regret my time in the service industry? No. I personally believe the last 12 years of my life have been extremely valuable. Believe me when I say I’ve learned everything I need to know about human behavior just from working in a restaurant alone. In some ways, I feel like I’ve been working undercover as a secret journalist this entire time, and now I’m out to expose both big corporations and small businesses alike for the various labor rights violations I’ve personally witnessed.
Oh yes, and throw something about work ethic and patience in there as well, combined with self-discipline and blind optimism. Something, something, it’s been great and all, but it’s time to begin the Great Career Transition.
Where do I start? Well, I’ve got my rent paid for both this month and next month, so I have a little bit of time to continue my quest for relevant employment. I am also still currently employed part-time, with another part-time job lined up for January, so I do not have to worry about that. I am just looking for something… different.
My time has not been wasted. I am envisioning the sort of career I would like to have, which is what is guiding my decision about graduate school. Though some of the offers have been impressive, a closer look at their programs showed that some of them just weren’t for me. However, there is one in particular which appealed to me in a way I had not considered. Their writing program is very good, but not at all what I was originally looking for. However, it could potentially be just as valuable from a future employment standpoint considering the location and connections. I think I will add it to my list just because I have thought about it so much now. It could be worth considering in the future.
My next question is that of internships. Obviously, taking on a real internship at a real magazine would be ideal. But how on earth does a person living in a small town in the middle of nowhere get considered for an internship anywhere? Let alone a 31-year-old non-student with very little funds? I can only imagine the dozens of media outlets centrally located in New York City laughing at my resume, especially when I have to compete with these 22-year-old prodigies from Ivy Leagues.
Then again, maybe I am wrong. Maybe the editors would find it a breath of fresh air to meet someone who has been out in the world for a few years and is ready to work hard for a serious career. Perhaps I have some unseen advantage I have never thought of because I live in a place where my creative talents are suppressed.
The important thing now is to stay positive. I am naive in my belief that if one can dream it, they can do it. After all, I dreamed I would go to Paris again and I did. Yes, I do have certain advantages in life that work in my favor (ie: I am a privileged, white, educated woman from a middle class, East Coast suburb outside of a major city). However, I acknowledge those advantages and insist on using my connections for good.
Therefore, it makes it much easier for me to have ridiculous thoughts like, “Sure, I could get an internship at a major media outlet in a big expensive city. Why not?” instead of sticking with, “Life is hopeless and I shall never escape this dreary little town.” That sounds lame and ultimately terrible for rousing up interest in my blog. I don’t know about you, dear reader, but if I was you, I would much rather read about my exciting adventure in Shanghai than the same drunk rant about how they messed up my order at the local fancy place.
Yes, it’s settled. I’m staying positive and looking ahead. Everything is going to work out okay! I am going places and doing things! I will live up to my title of Writer Extraordinaire! Hurray!