People, people, you wildly overestimate me. You thought my new job might be interesting enough to warrant discussion and/or some kind of big reveal? 'Tisn't.
Oh, I had high hopes, though. You want to hear about an interesting job? Let me tell you about how things could have turned out. A couple months ago I stumbled upon what I was pretty sure was The Perfect Job--Studio Operations Manger at a yoga studio. At a yoga studio that I could walk to from my otherwise not particularly conveniently located apartment. And one of the perks of the job was free yoga! Well, I pounded out an earnest and heart-felt cover letter, sat back, and steeled myself for yet another rejection. But, they liked my cover letter, and wanted to meet me! I will never make it past the interview, I told myself in a futile effort to avoid crushing disappointment. But, we talked, and they liked me! Things were going much too well for me, and so when they offered me the job, I finally discovered the fly in the ointment: though the ad had claimed "salary commensurate with experience, health insurance, and free yoga," in actuality I would be paid only slightly more per hour than your average Starbucks barista. Oh. That. Well, good thing I hadn't gotten my hopes up!
So, it was back to the drawing board, and now here I am, about to start my new job as a bookkeeper at an architectural firm in the swank Maryland suburbs of DC. It actually seems very similar to the position I held at my first real job in Boston, back in '04-'06. The cushy one with amazing benefits where I lasted only a year and a half before deeming it "boring" and skipping merrily away in favor of a lifetime of impoverished studentdom. (In retrospect, probably not one of my better decisions.) When I tell people what I do, without fail they will look baffled and ask something like, "Did you always want to be a bookkeeper? I mean, how did that happen, exactly? You have two Masters' degrees in what, again?" And, um, no. Obviously I never wanted to be a bookkeeper. But other than teaching it's the only thing I have actual experience doing, and thus it is the only job that anyone will hire me for. Such is life. Might as well make the best of it. Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna keep the fuck out of those books.