My home is not a place, it is people.
Published on June 7, 2004 By Cordelia In Home & Family
Today is June 7th, and I have lived in Michigan now for just over a week. Why haven't I found a job yet?? Ok, get a grip...I have applied for all of two jobs. At least one is probably out of my range of experience. Sometimes I wonder about that silly MFA I have. I think it has made me overqualified for some jobs, underqualified for others (I lack experience) and just plain not qualified for plenty of jobs. The problem with specialization in a field, especially one as volatile as Cinema and Television production, is that you educate yourself out of many markets. WHY didn't I study science?? Ah well. Perhaps the pound of chocolate I ate this morning was a poor choice. More from the job front after I come down from the sugar high.
Comments
on Jun 08, 2004
I know how you feel. I watch movies for a living right now. Some would say, "that's awesome!" but they wouldn't know what they're talking about. And if I hadn't just signed a confidentiality agreement that pretty much garauntees my everlasting servitude if I so much as hint as to what I'm referring to, I'd elaborate. Suffice it to say I've had to watch a particular film five times. And once was one time too many.

Anyway, what I was actually trying to comment on was the fact that I've thought about looking for another job. But then I look at my experience over the last couple of years. I'm qualified to do practically nothing. Who would hire me?

You, on the other hand, now have some teaching experience, not to mention a wealth of managerial skills which, I would posit, are a valuable asset in the private sector. "They expect results!"

Dude. What the hell am I doing awake?
on Jun 16, 2004
Job hunting. I like this just about as much as the annual trip to the ladie's doctor. ACtually, maybe less, because at least with that second thing you make an appointment, know what to expect, feel icky and gross, then move on with your life. Job Hunt, well, that's a whole 'nother world of icky...