I mean, someone who always knew just what they wanted to do, and methodically took the steps to do it until they found themselves in their dream job--and surprisingly, their job really was a dream come true? I never have, and I'm starting to wonder if the dream job isn't just like the "dream life" that we are taught to want when we're kids. You know, the dream life of a husband who actually still loves you even when your stomach sags after two c-sections, the house that you love to clean because it's yours and it's so beautiful, and the perfect kids who are the center of your universe even when they f-ing won't stop crying in line at the grocery and as a result they have snot on their face that you actually have to wipe off--with just your hand if nothing else is around??!!
Okay, so the depression hasn't quite lifted, and I digress. The point that I'm trying to make here is that the idea of the perfect job--i.e. find something that you love and then get paid for it--is a load of crap for most people. I'm thinking about this today because I met with my dissertation advisor and we had a very frank discussion about what, exactly, I'm going to be doing come May when I graduate with my Ph.D. Now, in case you weren't aware, a Ph.D. in English Literature isn't exactly the most lucrative degree to have. In addition, the job market for jobs in academia is possibly one of the worst in the country, excepting maybe the market for those people who have to power spray gum that gets stuck to public streets. (Seriously. We saw this in Aspen, Colorado. Apparently things are so good for people in Aspen that even gum on the street cannot be tolerated.)
Being a researcher/teacher at the university level is a pretty sweet gig, don't get me wrong. But the near impossibility of getting a secure job that isn't in rural Mississippi and doesn't pay $29,000/year for teaching eight classes a year is somewhat disproportionate to how great a gig it might be.
If I am going on the job market for academic year 2013-14, I need to decide fairly quickly, as the whole process starts next month when the MLA (Modern Language Association) announces all the job openings in the country. I also have to consider the fact that David already has tenure at Boulder, and that me going on the job market would delay any babies for some time. (Even in academia they frown on taking a pregnancy leave like two weeks after you get hired. Also, there are so many Ph.Ds from places like Harvard that no one waits for a baby being born to someone educated at a state school.)
*Sigh. So depress me more/give me hope: do you love your job? Is it exactly what you want to do with your days and your life?
P.S. Apparently being uncertain about my future makes me drink a lot of effervescent beverages. For lunch:
Sweet-chili tofu and green beans, with a honkin' serving of bubbly water. No, this is not a discoteca, but Whole Foods. It got cloudy while I ate. GEEZ, I just can't catch a freaking break, can I?? :-)
After lunch, a work trip to Brewing Market:
If you look closely (Joanna), you can see a paragraph that I'm working on for my introduction. You can also spot a Kombucha. On that note, am I the only one who suspects that those strands in Kombucha are actually a sick practical joke involving a virile male employee at the Kombucha factory?!! (Please at least sign out in the comments section if the previous comment pushed you over the edge and you will not be reading my blog anymore.)
Anyhow, now I'm all kinds of hydrated and kind of tucked in on the couch for the night. It's getting cloudy and colder here--high of 65 degrees tomorrow!--so I think some reading and/or movie watching is in order...