Unless you’ve been living under a
rock, you probably realize that our economy is not doing so hot right now. This is the case today, as was the case
during my senior year of college (2000-2001).
Back then in 2000-2001 I was looking for a job – and even with my noble
efforts – I kept coming up empty in
my pursuits. True, I had a less than
marketable degree – Communications, but I had graduated from a prestigious
university with stellar grades. I had more than one internship completed, as well as some work
experience. I also was very involved in
campus activities, and even had leadership experience in these activities.
I thought I was the “perfect”
candidate and would have no trouble landing a job. What I didn’t realize was how political the
job process is. It seems to me that 99
percent of the jobs out there (especially entry level) are attainable only if
you know someone, or if someone you know knows someone. Well I didn’t know anybody who knew of
someone who was hiring, or anybody who knew anybody who knew of someone who was
hiring. So I was basically an outsider
trying to break into an insider world.
Sure I got some job interviews,
but I didn’t get anywhere with them because in reality the people hiring were
looking for people with five + years of solid work experience. They were not counting my internships as
“real” work experience, and the jobs I had, up until that point, were mostly
frying french fries at
French Fry World, and doing other meaningless things like telemarketing. Since I had only graduated just recently, of
course I wasn’t going to have five years of legitimate work experience. The only way that would have been possible is
if I skipped college, worked a few years to promote myself to manager at French
Fry World, and then went back to college.
Those people are referred to “non-traditional” students, and they are
the minority – not the majority – in undergraduate school.
So I graduated from college,
jobless, and then gave myself a full time job. Go move to City X and find yourself a job! I did move to City X, lived in an apartment
with four other people (one bathroom), with each of us paying $1000 (monthly) a
pop to live there. I only lasted a month
in City X because I ran out of rent money – oh, and I left City X jobless of
course. Because of the same problems I
discussed earlier (didn’t have five years work experience, didn’t know “anyone”
who could get me a job).
So after these trials and
tribulations I found myself, a college graduate, living in my mom and dad’s
house, unemployed and broke. This
scenario should sound very familiar to anyone who’s graduated from college in
the last few years. So basically, since
I was jobless I tried to find any
“legitimate” jobs in the area around where I lived. And what were the results of this, you
ask? Well, I basically found what I had
found all along – nothing.
Because of the lack of good job
opportunities, I did what any desperate college graduate would do. I applied for a $7.50 per hour sales job at a
clothing outlet store; with most of my fellow co-workers being high school
students. To earn some additional cash,
I became what every college graduate aspires to be – a substitute teacher!
Even though ringing up socks and
sweaters on a register is what every college student aspires to do, and even
though being a substitute teacher sure was living up to its billing of being
unpredictable and interesting, I was
still yearning for something more. Since
my Communications degree was having the worth of a roll of toilet paper in the
current job market – I was trying to think of a degree I could get that could
get me a job now.
It didn’t take long to come up
with that answer – teaching! So I spent
the whole year while I was folding shirts, and sweaters, and substituting
taking the GRE, getting recommendations, filling out applications, and doing
every thing else it takes to apply to
graduate school. This book discusses
in detail all that hard work, as well as my fatefully bad decision to choose
the graduate school that I did – Crystal
City University.
You will laugh and cry at my
triumphs and hardships in looking for a job, graduating college, looking for a
job some more, failing to get a job, moving home, getting a job that paid $7.50
an hour, substitute teaching, applying to graduate schools, and choosing the wrong graduate school.
I like to think that I represent
the typical recent college graduate.
Listen to my story – and know that however bad you think you’ve “gotten
it” recently – somebody (me) has gotten it worse.