Every time I applied for a position, my head was full of doubt. Who did I think I was? I had no real professional experience. Was I even a professional? And every rejection seemed to confirm that. I wasn’t good enough (there goes my chance to be a professional). It is impossible to talk yourself out of that doubt. I had to be brave and reach out to family, friends, and mentors to pull me out of that hole. And when that rejection eventually came, I had to ask for reassurance. I needed their reassurance to keep applying and not settle for the part time hustle.
After I received a rejection email from an in-person interview, I had had it. On the drive to my part time job, I called my mom crying. I had put everything into that interview. I had built myself up from rock bottom, put on makeup, and pushed my anxiety aside. And all I got was another fucking rejection email. I wanted to give up that night. I was angry with the world and wanted to watch it burn. I had felt an unfamiliar rage and it took my mom an hour to calm me down.
When I was in graduate school, everyone told me how important and valuable internships were for my academic career. However, what they didn’t tell me was those internships had to be unpaid to count towards my degree and the internships would not be counted as professional experience. Let me explain to you how this bullshit idea that internships (paid and unpaid) are not considered professional experience and how that can be avoided on your resume. I would put internships into two categories; actual unpaid strictly a learning experience internship and unpaid free labor for institutions that could not pay you “internship”. In short, an actual internship and volunteering for the credits.
One of my part time gigs has a couple of job openings for another part time evening supervisor (aka the other half of the week I do not work) and a part time overnight supervisor. Why won’t they just hire me full time, you ask? Well, that’s another blog post for another time (focused on the bullshittiness that libraries and archives are grossly underfunded).
Strangely enough, I have lived in New York State for five years and never visited New York City. That is, until I moved to Long Island. Ever since I moved to Long Island, I’ve been seeking a way to leave. While that takes time (probably a few years), I can escape to NYC for a day. Of course, I always say “hello” to the most famous big cats guarding the New York Public Library (as every librarian and bookworm should) and check out a museum or two. I also go to the Metropolitan Opera.
I’ll work on my puns but for now a new book needs a new drink! And yes, I am one of those heathens that reads two books at once (maniacal laugh).
While I was reading Carrie by Stephen King and enjoying delicious Bloody Marys, I started reading Solaris by Stanisław Lem. Since this book recommendation is not from Tim Federle list, I was on my own for pairing a cocktail.
Recently the Society of American Archivist (SAA) Student and New Archives Professionals (SNAP) hosted Q&A on Twitter concerning job hunting. While I missed the conversation (it was probably a good thing because I would have been the biggest Debbie Downer), I read over the responses. In a small and competitive field it is easy to feel like you are the only one dealing with a problem. There is a Facebook page for archivists (and another for librarians) to discuss issues and ask job related questions. Usually, those pages will feature a new student or professional asking for tips on resume or cover letter writing. However, new students and job seekers rarely (if ever) are honest about the difficulties of job hunting. It was really nice to see fellow job seekers have a safe place to talk.
This week’s literary cocktail is a Sea Breeze for Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne, another feature from Tim Federle’s book Tequila Mockingbird.
Another summer cocktail in February, wow, do I know how to pick ‘em?! Luckily, with global warming making February in the upper 50’s and rainy, it isn’t hard to imagine it’s cool enough to enjoy a sea breeze. I really chose this cocktail because I already have cranberry juice from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest that needed to be used up and I wanted to read the book (win win). While the book is very long and can take a while to get into, it’s easy to have more than one sea breeze.
When I was in high school, my mom and I were in a mother-daughter book club. One of the books we read was about a young girl who joined the wrestling team. It was written by a man and the absolute worst book I’ve ever read. He had no clue what it was like to be a teenager and had the audacity to write about her period. After reading such an atrocity of a book, I vowed never to read a book with a female protagonist written by a man. And I did pretty well up until now.
If the title wasn’t a big enough hint, the drink and book pairing this time is Bloody Mary with Stephen King’s first book, Carrie. I’ve read Carrie recently as my first introduction to Stephen King’s writing (like most horror fans, I’ve only seen the movies) but I’m excited to read it again!
When I was a toddler, I was so bored with my parents that I demanded to my mom “I want friends!”. She immediately enrolled me into daycare. My first summer in Long Island was just like that, except my mom nor my partner could enroll me in daycare. You cannot rely solely on one person for all your needs but I could tell that my lack of friends was putting a lot of pressure on my partner. And while I relied on him for constant company, I was also relying on him to keep me happy and entertained. When he wasn’t around, I was completely alone.