*looks up from a book of poems by Poe*
What is this feeling that I has been lurking around the corners of my brain? Why do I feel as if all the hard work that I have put into my education is for naught?
I am approaching the end of my degree. I have one course this summer, and three in the fall – and that is it. I am done.
In the meantime, I must now look for a job. In this market. At my age. [cough,mumble,cough43coughcough]
To say I am a bit intimidated would be an understatement. But, I have a few bonuses to stave off the jitters.
1.) I am a darn good technical/creative writer. Even when1 my brains are being bad, I know this to be true.
2.) I have years and years of experience as a quality assurance agent and technical writer. This degree was more to open a hole in the glass ceiling that I was whapping against since I only had a high school diploma.
I’m GOING to get hired. I’ve got too many good references not to.
5.) I actually have a plan. It may or may not be a good plan, per se. But it’s there and I am excited to be a part of it.
1 – Which they are trying to be right now. “Put a caveat on that statement! Something along the lines of ‘in spite of what you are seeing here’ sort of thing! Do it! Do it!” [And I realize that technically that I just did so here. But at least it is in the footnotes, and not up in the main body, apologizing for my own work. Stupid anxiety.]