n May 22, 2018, I graduated with my MFA in Creative Writing from the College of New Rochelle. It’s only been three or four weeks (give or take) since the commencement ceremony and I already feel like a failure. Why? You might ask. Well, I haven’t found a full-time job or any job (really) that will pay for my life here in New York.
You might be thinking, Sharmaine, you just graduated, relax. But you see, the thing is, it’s hard to relax when you know you’re in debt; when you know you have student loans and bills piling up. It’s hard to relax when you know that your parents and your family are expecting greatness from you because you graduated with an advanced degree; because you’re the first in your family to graduate with a Masters in anything.
I know, it sounds like I’m just trying to air out my grievances and that I’m complaining and not doing anything about my situation, but I’ve been searching… for months now. I’ve sent out my resume to over thirty listings, tailoring them to fit each job. Since sending out my resume and their respective cover letters, I’ve only gotten two interviews. One with a small-house publishing company and one with a tutoring center.
I thought both interviews went well. The interviewers said they liked me and said they thought I would most likely be a good fit for their companies, but in the end, they didn’t hire me. The first interviewer said that they chose to hire someone who was more qualified and the second interviewer has yet to contact me.
I’m not entitled to those jobs. I know that if I’m not the right fit, I’m not the right fit. But rejection still hurts. Knowing you’re not good enough, hurts. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. I once heard someone say, “Everybody’s got a mountain to climb.” I guess finding a job is mine.