I’m afraid this blog may become repetitive soon, as my days are rapidly becoming. Granted, I did spend the last three in the hospital (not a huge deal—long and strange story short, a horse stepped on my foot and while no bones were broken, somehow I got an infection, so they had to put me on IV antibiotics), so that was a little variety on my routine, I guess? I’m still laid up to a certain degree, so all those wild and crazy plans I had for next week are off. Darn.
Anyway, I did go on one interview since my last post, but [Publishing House Name Removed for Privacy and So I Don’t Get in Trouble] apparently didn’t much like me, since I haven’t heard back from them. Par for the course in the publishing world, if you don’t lead a charmed life. I’ve applied to a couple other positions since and I’m very hopeful I’ll get to go another interview soon.
The apartment hunt continues as well, and I have to confess, it almost seems more difficult than finding a job. My expectations for a job are pretty low, right? I’m still young, just getting started in the industry, so all I really want is some experience. I’m not looking for a high salary or stellar benefits (a little healthcare would be nice, a free book now and then). Now, when it comes to an apartment, I guess maybe I’m sliiiightly high-maintenance. I want my own room (gasp!). I don’t want to pay more than $1000 a month (no way!). And I would really, really love for my roommates to be normal (you’re kidding!). In New York, I know that’s asking for a lot, I know. And I still don’t understand why it’s completely verboten to have a cat. But I have to hold out hope that my perfect place is out there, as well as a great job.
I’ve never truly been unemployed before. Any other time I was jobless, it was either during school or while I was still living at home with my mom, so I still had a kind of support system in place. Now, I feel adrift. My parents are still supportive, but it’s very, very scary to have no job – scarier than I ever realized it would be.
One of the alumni who came to speak to us at CPC told us that it took six weeks for her to find a job, and that, at the time, it felt like forever. I’m sure that’s true, but I also can’t help fearing that I’ll be the one person S. (CPC’s lovely and indomitable director) won’t be able to find a job for. That I’ll have to move back in with my mother, who is soon to take up residence with my grandfather, and that I’ll wind up bumming around and continuously borrowing money from my parents while I watch all my fellow graduates move to the city and find their dream jobs.
I’ve been spending a lot of time alone (well, my cat is here too) in my New Jersey apartment. There really isn’t much to do when you’re watching your bank account like a hawk, lest the small amount of funds in it suddenly disintegrates. Suffice to say I’ve been reading quite a bit. It’s not as if I have time for anything else. I joined bloggingforbooks.org, and am eagerly anticipating my first book – The Psychopath Whisperer, by Kent A. Kiehl. By the title alone, it sounds right up my alley, so I hope I enjoy it.
Conclusion? Unemployment is…rather insufferable. Hire me, please.
In yoga, the instructor will often tell you to set an intention at the beginning of a class. Mine is usually “get through class without tipping over,” but I think the real purpose behind setting an intention is to focus your mind and bring clarity to your practice on that particular day.
My intentions for starting this blog are to:
- Give myself something productive (or at least pseudo-productive) to do on the long days of unemployment and job-hunting that stretch before me;
- Provide an outlet for my accomplishments (I hope) and frustrations (a given) as I navigate my way through post-CPC* life;
- Get myself to spend some time just writing at least a couple of times a week.
I also hope to exchange book reviews for ARCs, or do something of the sort.
*That’s Columbia Publishing Course, for those not in the know.