I am now three weeks into the job search process. I am also now almost four weeks into having very few responsibilities at my job and performing very little work. Currently, I occupy a rolling desk chair, stare at my laptop, gaze out the window…for eight hours a day. Come back the next day. Repeat, again and again and again.
It’s becoming a bit demoralizing. I feel slimy for drawing a paycheck for nothing. I feel useless, unnoticed and unheard. Which is why I am trying to find a new job. It’s slow going, though. Which has left me wondering two things: Who would’ve thought it would be so hard to find a place to work hard at? And, why the heck did I major in English?
Despite my previous post on needing to want more, when it comes to work, I am not asking for much – a place to go, to be useful, to work hard. I will make spreadsheets or answer the phones. Heck, I’ll take out the trash. I just want to do something for gosh sake’s.
