One of my main worries about moving to a new city to start a master’s degree is that I won’t be employed enough when I arrive. The first on-campus job I applied to seemed like an okay fit, but a combination of unrelated events pre-interview ended up with a sweaty, rambling mess (me) trying to nail a Zoom interview I’d been dreading, absolutely dreading more than anything, in a too-humid room with a cat banging on the door asking to be let in (that last part is pretty normal, though).
But as time passed — it’s been over two weeks since the interview now — I realized part of the reason I was a mess for this interview was that I really actually probably didn’t want the job? That this job is considered a good get for first-year students, but it doesn’t really align with my long-term career goals? And sure, money is money, but did I want to lock myself in for two years doing one thing when I could be carving my niche in jobs I want, or at the very least, jobs that are much more readily available to students on campus than working professionals?
I told a few people recently that I was finding myself hoping I didn’t get this job, that the interview really did go as badly as I felt it did, because since then I’ve applied to a couple of positions that are a little more in my wheelhouse. And so today, when I got the email that I didn’t get that job, it was a relief. Like, yes, fantastic, now I am fully cleared to focus on something else.
In short: still unemployed come August, but boy, I think I really dodged an unpleasant thing, and that has to count for something. Go Badgers (unless Iowa is the opponent).