*looks up from a book of poems by Poe*
What is this feeling that I has been lurking around the corners of my brain? Why do I feel as if all the hard work that I have put into my education is for naught?
I am approaching the end of my degree. I have one course this summer, and three in the fall – and that is it. I am done.
In the meantime, I must now look for a job. In this market. At my age. [cough,mumble,cough43coughcough]
To say I am a bit intimidated would be an understatement. But, I have a few bonuses to stave off the jitters.
1.) I am a darn good technical/creative writer. Even when1 my brains are being bad, I know this to be true.
2.) I have years and years of experience as a quality assurance agent and technical writer. This degree was more to open a hole in the glass ceiling that I was whapping against since I only had a high school diploma.
I’m GOING to get hired. I’ve got too many good references not to.
5.) I actually have a plan. It may or may not be a good plan, per se. But it’s there and I am excited to be a part of it.
1 – Which they are trying to be right now. “Put a caveat on that statement! Something along the lines of ‘in spite of what you are seeing here’ sort of thing! Do it! Do it!” [And I realize that technically that I just did so here. But at least it is in the footnotes, and not up in the main body, apologizing for my own work. Stupid anxiety.]
I need ideas, people. I am off from classes until July 8th – at which time I am back to a M-F, noon ’til two schedule.
So, time off, yay! Which is good and groovy and all. But, I need some cash in-flow in like, the worst way. I would *rather* not do the fast food/waitress thing. And I don’t want to start a real gig until I actually graduate due to not being able to be there during the day for various school-related reasons. (Oh, and y’all? This summer semester, and next fall semester and I. Am. Done.) I would like to do something that is vaguely related to the degree I am working on, if only because I’d like some current work history that I can use for nefarious job seeking purposes later.
My almost-MIL had suggested doing copy edit work on a consultant or contractual basis. That sounds lovely, but I am unsure how to start looking for that type of work. Plus, I am not sure if my resume is up to snuff.
Help me, Obi-webs. You’re my only hope.
WARNING: This may be a slightly whiny post. I am usually pretty adult, but I am in serious need of an old-fashioned tantrum.
Or hugs. Hugs would be good.1
It is almost the end of May. Guess how many times I’ve been camping or to how many camping events I have been to this year?
I’ll give you a hint.
I’m not saying that I didn’t have a fun vending at Comicpalozza in Houston this past weekend. I did. I’m just saying that there was somewhere I’d rather have been. And that has been true a few times already this year.
I blame the therapist. She’s all “set your boundaries and keep them” and “be more assertive with your needs” and other random bullshit like that. So, of course my inner ten-year-old was all like “lalalala, I can’t hear you” when making plans.
Karma can be such a regret-filled bitch, can’t it?
I guess I will just have to be more proactive with myself in the future. And I will certainly be more likely to have my updated calendar with me at *ALL TIMES*.
Well-played Universe. Well-played.
1 – Another warning: This is not a post asking for advice. This is a post listing some regrets and suchlike.
The Mulligan: ZomRuns
I am starting the 5k ZomRun training program over. I hadn’t touched it in weeks. Mostly due to my brain sometimes acting like a righteous bag of dicks, but whatevs. It doesn’t get to win.
At any rate, I might just keep track of said runs here, in ElJay land. Because they’re not really a “blog” per se. And they’re not really fiction writing.
Unless I start adding my own story to the ongoing storyline.
S1-B1: Week 1, Workout 1
34 minutes, 3 minutes cool down walk
(according to my Landice 7 treadmill) 2% grade, 1.9 miles
Stayin’ Alive – Bee Gees
Tainted Love – Soft Cell
Join in the Chant – Nitzer Ebb
Plasticity – Front Line Assembly
Camel Walk – Southern Culture on the Skids
Vanished – Front Line Assembly
Girls and Boys – Blur
Raise Your Glass – Pink
Pong – Eisenfunk