Last month I was in Paris, visiting my friend Bob. It. Was. Amazing. I took a ton of photos, which I will eventually upload to this blog, but first I wanted to deal with the fact that I kind of overloaded my iCloud with constructing an educational video about Charles L. Remond using Adobe Spark. And it turns out that dealing with that is a lot more time intensive than I originally had planned.
To speak of things that are time intensive, I’m job hunting! Yay! This has actually been a tumultuous few weeks for me. Since I’m entering my 5th year, dissertationing, UNH can’t offer me any more classes to teach. What’s more, Alex is moving out, and I can’t afford rent on my own. (I could move, which is expensive, but I don’t want to because I love—hardcore love—where I live; I could find a roommate, but this is literally the first time in approaching a decade that I would be living on my own. This is what it’s like to be a millennial; this is why I’m always shocked at the lack of roommates in contemporary literature. Finally, I could actually afford to live here on my own, if I get a decent paying job.) So, morning, noon, and night I’m hunting for a position, creating new accounts in Application Tracking Systems, and writing cover letters. Every free second of every free day is soaked up into this. I’ve applied to over 250 positions, which—me being me—I have meticulously documented to pass on some job hunting advice to other PhDers who are not planning on going into academia either.
That, by the way, is reminiscent of the one-liner I’ve written so many times I hear it in my sleep. “I am re-entering the workforce as I defend my dissertation in the spring of 2020.” I’m just kidding; I don’t hear it in my sleep. Instead, I have weird stress dreams about being a waiter in France at a restaurant that was clearly designed by Gaudi. I’m so type-A about career, and being able to afford rent, that I really do have to depend on fantastic friends who tell me that they sincerely believe that some position, somewhere, will recognize all that I have to offer them. And then I have to wait. An average of 3 to 6 months.
Finding the right position is a lot like dating, only more serious because I’ve never spent 40 waking hours, every week for months on end, face-to-face with a boyfriend. But to speak of being a millennial once more, according to new statistics more and more of us need a full time job and a part time job just to survive, and while I can respect people who are into polyamory, the concept is absolutely lost on me until I can see what that calendar looks like. I barely have the time to call my own mother while I sort out this whole job thing. Dating two people while also working full time sounds chronologically insane to me. So there goes that simile. Plus, it occurred to me that writing my dissertation is my part time job. I’m already one of my peers.
In the meantime, the key to my well being is practicing a lot of self-care. I’m knitting and exercising like a fiend, both of which keep me grounded. And, yesterday I made myself a rhubarb pie. My first ever rhubarb pie. It didn’t leak and it tastes delicious but the top crust (that’s what people call that, right?) was a bit thin and I forgot to egg wash it so when it came out of the oven it definitely did not look Instagram ready. I’m going to try again next week. Let’s hope I have a few more interviews or interview requests by then!