Changing Careers: The Job Hunt

In the past three days, I have applied to eight jobs, four internships, and one fellowship. That’s thirteen jobs total, which equals to thirteen emails, thirteen cover letters, and thirteen moments of “DID I SEND THE RIGHT RESUME?” freak outs. If I have ever needed a glass of wine and a prayer, it’s now.

For a long while, I have been contemplating what I want to do with my life. While I’m kind of narrowing it down, it sure as hell isn’t getting any easier to figure it all out.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve contemplated taking one of those personality tests online to see what careers were recommended for my type and then just choosing one and calling it a day.

I remember one result from a previously taken test recommended I become a guidance counselor at a school. Then I worked at a school and saw what guidance counselors went through on a daily basis and laughed my way out of that direction.

I later retook the test and crossed my fingers it would yield better results, kind of like we used to do as kids playing MASH.

“Please let me live in a mansion, please let me marry Matthew…”

To my younger self, I give you some wisdom:

Mansions are difficult to clean. You will find someone much better than Matthew.

***

I really, really love writing. If I could wake up tomorrow and be a full-time employee of my blog, I would, but it’s not that easy, which is a good thing and a bad thing.

For most of my life, success has come easy. I was an excellent student. I listened, did my homework, made good grades and graduated high school not pregnant. I was a winner.

College started off well as a biology major with my eye on med school. Classes were tough. I didn’t understand math (where the heck did these letters come from?), I was always studying when my friends were having fun, and I was sick of seeing the periodic table of elements as my desktop background. So I switched my major to theatre, because theatre made me happy.

And it worked.

For the next three years, I succeeded. I landed lead roles in plays and films. I made friends. I studied and poured my heart and soul into my craft. I made the Dean’s List. Before you say, “Making A’s in theatre is easy compared to biology,” I’m going to stop you right there, because it’s a completely different ball game. It wasn’t always easy. But I loved it. I loved living it and working hard at it. I graduated from college with a 3.5 GPA. Again, I felt like a winner.

And then I woke up the next morning.

I wasn’t in my dorm room.

I didn’t have Stage Combat at 9:00am and Shakespearean Lit at 1:00pm.

I didn’t even have my diploma, because they mail that shit to you later.

I had nothing.

I felt like I had nothing.

I didn’t immediately get a theatre job right after college. I got an acceptance letter to the Art of Acting Studio in Los Angeles, which I did not accept. Instead, I began immediately working in customer service, where I stayed for two years before moving on to a teaching job in Orleans Parish for grades 2nd-8th.

I quit my first customer service job after a year because it was horrible and they made me wear hot pink. I quit my second customer service job after a year because they got new management, and also because it started becoming monotonous and unfulfilling. Although my coworkers from that job are still, to this day, some of my most favorite humans, it was time for me to go. I quit my teaching job after a year because I felt myself wasting away day in and day out inside of those light blue, frosted windowed walls (more on this in a later post).

So here I am now.

Twenty-four. Almost twenty-five.

In a new city.

With a theatre degree and one year of teaching experience under my belt.

Looking for a writing job and hoping and praying I somehow get discovered by Lena Dunham and asked to be a part of HBO’s “Girls,” because I would be an asset and also she’s a boss.

In the past three days, I have applied to eight jobs, four internships, and one fellowship. That’s thirteen jobs total, which equals to thirteen emails, thirteen cover letters, and thirteen moments of “DID I SEND THE RIGHT RESUME?” freak outs. If I have ever needed a glass of wine and a prayer, it’s now.

But if there was ever a time to take back control of my life and to remind myself that I am the captain of the S.S. Powered by Sass, it’s now.

So I’ll continue to apply until someone says, “Hire her.”

I’ll continue to write as long as I can.

And I’ll continue to email Ms. Dunham’s manager until there is a warrant out for my arrest.

Because while success sometimes comes easy, the things we want the most…

The stuff in life that lights us up…

That takes work.

Patience.

Dedication.

Risks.

I am twenty-four. Almost twenty-five.

In a new city.

With a theatre degree and one year of teaching experience under my belt.

And I am ready to work.

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