The middle

I never like starting things at the begining. When I paint my nails I always start with my ring or middle finger as I feel they get overlooked far too often unless you recently got engaged or are particularly angry. Needless to say, I don't get to use either one very often.

So I start this blog project in what I can only pray is the end side of the middle on my road of unemployment. I graduated college in December 2007 (that's a year and a half ago) and opted to go back and get my Master's this last January after being continually dejected on the job front. Damn the lack of Public Relations in an economic downturn.

And to give you a sneak peak into my world I offer up this glimmer of a conversation I had today with my grandmother who is totally crushed that her only grandchild has yet to amount to anything and thus she has nothing to brag about to her friends. It's no fun I suppose to tell them that your granddaughter is going back to school and getting more loans for a subject you have no idea what it really is. I think being a stripper would only be a slot below this disappointment of over educating.

Her: So, Megan is getting married this August to an older man. He's successful and she's about to start teaching.
Me: Oh, I thought she was going to do physical therapy.
Her: No, she changed her mind- like a lot of people do.
Me (somewhat proudly): I never did!
Her (somewhat sadly): I know. Have you thought about changing?
Me: No, I'm actually quite passionate about what I study.
Her: Do you even really know what it is?
Me: YES! I should hope that after studying PR for 4 years I know what it is.
Her: Then why haven't you found a job yet? It's been long enough. I just don't see why you haven't found anything yet.
Me: Well, I've been laid off 3 times due to downsizing so it's not a matter of finding something per se. Plus I'm back in school so my career track has shifted a bit.
Her: I just don't understand why you went back. You don't have money for it.


That was the gist. If for no other reason, someone please give me a job so I can get my grandmother off my back. Please, give her something to brag about to the other ladies while quilting. Apparently having great-great-grandcats and a dog is just not enough.