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June 21, 2002
Damn.
I didn't get the job in New Hampshire. I knew I shouldn't get my heart set on it, but damn it, it was perfect. I loved the library, the people were great... but I got a letter today telling me thanks, but no thanks. It sucks, but I was getting so stressed from the waiting that it's a relief to just be turned down.
What worries me is this: when I graduated from Emerson with my shiny new degree in journalism, I applied at every newspaper in New England. I sent out close to 80 resumes. The only reply I got was a form letter from USA Today, offering to let me freelance for them. I couldn't pay people to hire me. Now, I know that in 1996, when I graduated, that particular job market was very tough. Newspapers weren't doing well, what with the rising number of people getting news online. Most papaers couldn't afford to hire staff writers. And I know I was good at it -- the years as an editor of the paper and the awards I won proved that. But it scared me, and it scares me now. I'm afraid I'll apply to every job I can find, and get turned down by all of them. That's what's happened so far, and I've sent out more thaqn a dozen resumes in the past few months. Most of them I don't hear anything about. The rest I have gotten icy refusals on. Thios one seemed promising. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go feel sorry for myself for a while, then start trolling through the job boards again.
Posted by Mary Ellen at June 21, 2002 09:39 AM