For Hire
Growing up I had dozens of potential careers in mind. I wanted to be everything from a truck driver to veterinarian to a RCMP. As I grew up, I began to see why those probably were not the careers for me (being allergic to horses makes for a rough career as a veterinarian).
I went to university with the intention of becoming a teacher. However, sometime during my second year I realized that I honestly had no interest in actually being a teacher, so I changed my major. Now I am almost finished a degree that I love, but I'm left with the horrifying prospect of graduating without career in mind.
Right now, my best prospect seems to be journalism. I love politics and research and post-it notes, all of which I deem to be important aspects in career as a journalist. But what if I don't like journalism, or worse yet, what if I don't get into to school at all? I don't even have a backup plan.
While I love my degree, I feel like it left me with high and dry, without any practical skills or knowledge for getting a job. Is this the university's plan for keeping students within their scholarly claws? Perhaps...
I've thought a lot about what my perfect job would be. I'm sure that it would involve politics, human rights, Latin America and writing. I would love to work with an NGO, such as the UN, but I don't think that is realistic enough a goal.
Of course there is still a glimmer of hope that I will find the perfect job, but it sure hasn't happened yet.
4 Comments:
Coming from the least hire-able faculty ever, I know the feeling. But sometimes, you can't plan things; things happen that you never expect. I was planning on a career of fake customer service smiles, but for that one resume I faxed without expectation of getting a call. Keep your eyes open for oppotunities, apply even if you don't think you're qualified, and keep up to date. At least with journalism you can do freelance for a while. All else fails, WestJet has five daily flights to Regina!
Kiki
You can always sell crack. I heard thats a good way to make money.
Nah, you don't wanna sell crack. That's hard work, all that cooking and stuff.
Sell some ovaries. That way there'll be lil Bitties everywhere.
Selling my ovaries is a great idea. I have plently of those right? At least three or four I would think...
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