What is practical
I am finding the search for a Real Job to be a challenge. When I sit at my laptop and begin analyzing my resume or searching for potential jobs online I suddenly lose inertia in the process. The trouble might have something to do with the fact I don’t want a serious job at the moment. Actually, not working at all sounds ideal. And if I am forced into working can’t the task be exciting or glamorous at the very least? Is that too much to ask for?
A month ago I received an unexpected letter from National Geographic. I was terribly excited while opening it because I let my imagination rush ahead of me. “They probably want me to go on assignment and are writing to tell me to pack my bags… I must remember to bring a Passport, sunscreen, chewing gum for flying…” Once the letter was opened I discovered they were merely asking for a magazine subscription. I tossed the letter into the wastebasket, thinking, “Fine! Send someone else to cover the situation in Myanmar! See if I care!”
I have a friend who recently graduated and had the chance to go on an archaeological dig this summer but turned it down for a pointless, well-paying job instead (the job also allows her to stay in Michigan). Her so-called practical decision is haunting her and she has taken to calling herself a, “sell out.” I imagine not being able to play in the dirt all summer must be painful. It may even become more painful if they discover the next Kennewick Man or a fossilized insect and she won’t be there to witness it because a memo needs to be delivered ASAP.
There is also the added pressure of finding a Real Job because I happen to live a life that requires the transfer of US dollars, often on a daily basis. Working at a coffee shop is not enough to survive on, even if I feel great loyalty to my café and would probably work there for the rest of my life if it were in fact practical.
A month ago I received an unexpected letter from National Geographic. I was terribly excited while opening it because I let my imagination rush ahead of me. “They probably want me to go on assignment and are writing to tell me to pack my bags… I must remember to bring a Passport, sunscreen, chewing gum for flying…” Once the letter was opened I discovered they were merely asking for a magazine subscription. I tossed the letter into the wastebasket, thinking, “Fine! Send someone else to cover the situation in Myanmar! See if I care!”
I have a friend who recently graduated and had the chance to go on an archaeological dig this summer but turned it down for a pointless, well-paying job instead (the job also allows her to stay in Michigan). Her so-called practical decision is haunting her and she has taken to calling herself a, “sell out.” I imagine not being able to play in the dirt all summer must be painful. It may even become more painful if they discover the next Kennewick Man or a fossilized insect and she won’t be there to witness it because a memo needs to be delivered ASAP.
There is also the added pressure of finding a Real Job because I happen to live a life that requires the transfer of US dollars, often on a daily basis. Working at a coffee shop is not enough to survive on, even if I feel great loyalty to my café and would probably work there for the rest of my life if it were in fact practical.
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