I've been working at the same place for six-plus years in the same capacity, but in different degrees and at different levels of commitment. I started there at full-time, then shifted to seasonal, and finally landed at part-time. I'm currently categorized as part time, though I work 40 hours a week. This is not the job I want now, though.
Don't get me wrong--these people have been good to me, and spending eight hours a day in a book warehouse beats any other manual job I've had to this point. The problem is that NOW I HAVE MY MASTERS DEGREE. I shouldn't have to do this anymore. This was a great job when I had no degree. It was even a great job when I had my AA. It was a convenient job when I had my BS and needed to keep paying the bills while I trotted on to my MFA. I stuck with them for the summer because they need the help then. Now I need to move the fuck on. And nobody wants me.
I go to work every morning wishing I didn't need to spend the next eight hours putting books into boxes. I don't think any job is beneath me, but I've had my fill of this. I'm a writer, for crying out loud. I'm a teacher. This job makes me want to lay under the wheels of the next truck to pull through our lot.
Here's the best part: I might not have to spend eight hours a day here. I may not be allowed to. Business has slowed for the fall (as it always does), and they may cut me to 35 hours a week. Good thing I don't have any bills and my student loans don't come due in two months.
Excuse me while I have a minor breakdown and throw up on my own shirt.
Don't get me wrong--these people have been good to me, and spending eight hours a day in a book warehouse beats any other manual job I've had to this point. The problem is that NOW I HAVE MY MASTERS DEGREE. I shouldn't have to do this anymore. This was a great job when I had no degree. It was even a great job when I had my AA. It was a convenient job when I had my BS and needed to keep paying the bills while I trotted on to my MFA. I stuck with them for the summer because they need the help then. Now I need to move the fuck on. And nobody wants me.
I go to work every morning wishing I didn't need to spend the next eight hours putting books into boxes. I don't think any job is beneath me, but I've had my fill of this. I'm a writer, for crying out loud. I'm a teacher. This job makes me want to lay under the wheels of the next truck to pull through our lot.
Here's the best part: I might not have to spend eight hours a day here. I may not be allowed to. Business has slowed for the fall (as it always does), and they may cut me to 35 hours a week. Good thing I don't have any bills and my student loans don't come due in two months.
Excuse me while I have a minor breakdown and throw up on my own shirt.
3 comments:
The River Pirate has been deferring his student loans since he finished his PhD back in 1995. You'll need to fill out some paperwork that claims financial hardship.
I can certainly claim financial hardship. I'll look into that. Sure wish I didn't have to, though.
I hear you, Jason. The whole big shebang of post-MFA can bite me. I'd really like have back the postage I spent on those 70+ applications. I could throw SUCH A GOOD PARTY WITH THAT MONEY.
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