I’ve come to the conclusion that if I want to have a steady flow of income that will not only allow me to pay my bills, but to also be able to save some away for a rainy day or go on a minor little splurge, then I have to swallow my pride. It’s proven harder than it should be to find a job in my chosen field so if I want to survive I have to accept that there’s nothing wrong with unspecialized jobs. I mean hey, I worked at those sort of jobs for how many years? Did having a fancy piece of paper proclaiming my status as a college graduate really make me too superior to sully my hands in any workplace that didn’t fit under the umbrella of my bachelors?

At one point I said I would take whatever job I could get to tide me over until I landed a place in my area of interest. In reality I still continued to apply only to government agencies and a few law firms. I never once seriously considered going outside the box. Pride is a scary thing, it’s set me back in the bills and has forced me to cringe at the prices on the most mundane of things. I recently had to buy a gift for a friend’s daughter, I actually flinched when I looked at the prices of the toys that the kid showed an interest in. I found myself thinking “eh, kid doesn’t need that, how about something cheaper”. I felt like such a horrible person, I ended up shelling out more than I could afford to assuage my guilt.

So yea, today Joana has spent over an hour pouring over the classifieds in the Sunday paper, marking all of the job listings that she feels she could handle. Wish me luck? I’m hoping to hear back about the job in Hobbs, but I won’t put all my eggs in one basket.