I've had it with my job. I'm older than half of my 'superiors,' smarter than 80% and capable of more than scheduling conference calls, taking minutes on those calls and getting yelled at because the agenda that it's not even my job to send out didn't go out in time. So nine months after my last job search began I'm back on the career sites, sometimes feeling the ephemeral and usually misleading excitement of finding a position that seems to fit my qualifications (and doesn't feature the words 'administrative' or 'assistant'), but mostly the familiar dull sense of 'is this all there is' - a job is a job and even if it's something I'm good at, at the end of the day it's likely I'll get fed up and jump ship. Again. Some more.
But in the meantime I'm at least having fun with it. Since I don't have the immediate desperation usually present in my work quests, I can afford to take risks, applying for positions I'll never get and sending the most audacious cover letters that aim to at the very least put a bemused smile on the face of the reader. Having been in the position of reading these mostly pointless documents on more than one occasion, I can attest that a well-written cover, even or especially from a totally unqualified applicant, is much appreciated.
And maybe it will work. But more than likely I'll ditch the the current dead-end with no immediate prospects and spend the next few months trying to persuade a family member to pay for professional school, because this time I'm serious, this time I'm really going to use that degree/certificate/training. Honest.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
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