Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Un Real

It is one extremely hot day in Florida and I am on the floor ironing a pair of slacks inpreparation for a job interview. I had just commented to a friend that you can tell a man in academia because his suits aren't as sharp as the business man's or as polished as the lawyers they are ill-fitted and probably outdated. As I ironed my slim legged suit pants whose print was out of season I longed for my desk and statistical applications. I was 70 percent certain that this was a mistake. Buttoning my suit jacket was surreal. ME and a real job? A sea of gray upholstered walls with pictures of cats and children thumb-tacked to them. Slaving away at a desktop Dell computer staring at the digital clock on your desk begging it to show 5 o’clock sooner. When someone asks if you enjoy your job your response is about how great the benefits are!?! They call this the real world but there is nothing real about it.

As I glanced over my resume gasped at the fact that I had no real world experience. What the hell have I been doing? Ann Taylor and the Gap? I can’t put Sonny’s Bar-B-Que on my resume can I? All jobs to support my summer vacay’s, sorry addiction to midnight mocha latte’s and Red Bull and the oh-so--frequent car/computer crash and shoe fetish crises supplemented by Visa and Master Card, of course. And I never took those jobs seriously; please don’t contact my previous employers. I have found myself extremely frustrated deleting years of education shortening my resume so that I don’t seem over qualified when quite frankly I just want to work. And in the real world you can’t just want to work. Don’t want to seem too anxious, desperate for the job. I was particularly excited about my second interview with a high end shoe store. We were perfect for each other. 50% of for all employees on full priced footwear, talk about great benefits. And just like a guy they said they’d call. I’m still waiting. But you must display the ability to be passionate about the position. Who in the world is passionate about being “account specialist I?” However, one day in my office at school I turned the page of my text, “Economics of Collective Choice” and all the words ceased to make sense. And in a moment I was in my own little cubical hell wishing the only thing I had to memorize was a crayon scribble pattern on construction paper from some co-workers kid tacked to my cubicle wall.

I remembered that scary feeling as I buttoned my suit jacket and rehearsed my bit entitled “this position IS certainly in line with my career goals”(yeah, goals of paying off my credit card debt) and reassured myself that I will be okay. The real world I just came from is far scarier.
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  1. Gotta love job interviews. I have one Friday and I can't remember the position for the life of me. the only thing on my mind is what to wear to counteract this diabolical summer heat, but I do wish you all the best.

  2. Come on and join the dark side. Yeah, I'm at work and right now my work consists of reading your blog... but you know, just fake it till you make it. Hope the interview went... okay. And that Visa doesn't have to go and put a hit out on your a$$. I shouldn't use such languauge... COT may be monitoring my Internet usage...

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  4. become a drone like me and Drew Carey. and uhh i do call, your phone just get bad coverage. :)

    and samida if you're a woman, something low-cut in the front...and back, and high in the skirt department. :)


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