I’ve already hit a bump in the road to finding inner happiness *snort*.
You see… I’ve spent almost seven years at uni, and I’m qualified to do absolutely jack shit… and that’s a bit problematic. I didn’t spend seven years at uni to be a receptionist. There’s nothing wrong with being a receptionist – truly, nothing at all. It’s a job that I’ve held in the past, and I don’t altogether mind doing it. The problem is just that I’ve studied too hard to be happy earning $32,000 a year answering phones. To be perfectly honest, it would be a total waste of my abilities as a human being… and that, my friends, is putting a massive lump in my throat and making me second guess my almost-decision to quit defer the PhD. I’m not giving it up forever (as far as I know), but I am looking for a total change in direction… but it has to be a meaningful direction. I don’t want to type stuff into a database or answer phones or make people coffee. I just don’t want that for myself.
So what do I do? What does anyone with a first-class honours degree in English and a major in Political Science do when they realise that they really have no qualification, despite all the hard work?
I always joked that I’d end up flipping burgers with this degree, but I had no idea how truthful I might have been.
I really, really don’t know what to do.
