|The times are a changin'
||[Dec. 7th, 2008|07:37 pm]
A Name By Any Other Would Just Be Uncivilized.
I realize I promised you a huge update way back in September, but life has found away to interfere.
My internship ended in November - with no pick up as a full-time employee. The economy saw to it that I wasn't to continue working there as a full-fledged company man. I guess it was a bit ironic that the day I became satisfied with the job and optimistic with my future there that I found out that I had two months to find a new job.
The job market in Knoxville slowly dried up - leaving only retail jobs, technical jobs(mostly lab and power related), and that's about it. If it came down to it, I'd bite the bullet and work for some retail store. I'm afraid that with my newly minted Master's degree, that would only depress me. I realize that I'm not the only one with economical depression, but I always thought that getting my Master's degree would be a joyous occasion that would open up doors to all kinds of opportunities.
I interviewed with Northwestern Mutual. While I liked what I saw, calling my friends and neighbors and trying to sell life insurance for the rest of my life did not appeal. I know that at some point, after calling everyone, they would dread my call because they would be tired of hearing my sales pitch.
I also interviewed with 21st Mortgage. I did three interviews with them, including a lunch interview with one of their V.P.'s. After that interview, I received a phone call, with an offer of $12/hr. After the man offered me $12, he noticed a note to contact one of the higher ups, so he said he would call me back. The next thing I know I got a letter - saying they were going a different direction.
Then I notice that Tusculum hadn't fulfilled my former boss's position. I was encouraged to do so, and interviewed this past Thursday. It was your typical academic interview. I enjoyed it. I did really well, even as some of the faculty asked some hardball questions.
The confounding thing is, there's a English Prof. position open. It's primary teaching load is Journalism. In retrospect, I really should have applied for it. I may have shot myself in the foot by telling some of the people I wasn't ready to teach because of my desire to get more freelance experience under my belt, and my desire to do more research. I know I could teach any Journalism class they throw at me. The position is also responsible for teaching composition classes and some mass media classes. The comp classes worry me, because I don't really remember any of my comp classes. But I guess I could wing them.
So I don't know. I'll know more stuff early this week. Salary, benefits, living arrangements - so many tough decisions. It makes me ill. The worst thing is, this entire weekend, I've been without MK. She's been off judging. I've only really talked to the cats about it - and Bretto on Friday. And Noah - can't forget Noah.
If someone had told me eight years ago that there's really no money in the media field, go be an accountant, or stay in business, I might've listened. It feels like my Master's in journalism is almost worthless. I could teach, but if I wanted to go to the secondary level, I could only do english. That's the only thing I almost have enough credit hours in to be certified.
I have no idea what I want to do when I grow up. The sad truth is, I'm grown up. I should know by now. I'm married. We want kids. I have no idea what to do to ensure we can do that.
So, who's going to bail me out?