Urban Fantasy

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

You're Going to Have to Make a Few Compromises

I'm back from Europe. Nothing and everything is different. I really, powerfully, achingly miss Europe, and yet all too easily remember how much I ached to be home those last few days where everything was going wrong. If this trip was a voyage of self-discovery, as one reader so cheesily referred to it, then I'm pretty sure I washed up on Discontent Depressive Island by the end. Not in like a life-ending way, don't worry; in the "what if I'm never actually happy no matter what I'm doing with my life?!" kind of way. This means a lot of listening to Avenue Q and reminding myself that no one, but no one, actually likes their lives a great deal. There's also been a lot of sleeping and watching TiVo'ed episodes of Dawson's Creek, because that is a bitter, bitter pill to swallow.

I also developed an even stronger propensity for clunky metaphors. Not speaking English on a regular basis for 2 months makes a girl a little rusty.

So I'm looking for a job, which is just always a total hoot. So far, I have interviewed with a teeny industry newspaper whose editor accused me of leaking secrets during my last job, and with a higher ed firm for a job that would be absolutely freaking perfect for me. However, Said Firm has declared the work, despite being exactly what my mother's colleague with a master's in PR and five years experience does, to be an internship. As in, small stipend, no benefits, with a humiliating title. As in, the exact same scenario I was supposed to never encounter again after The Job That Must Not Be Named.

At least I'm temping for a while at X's firm, doing data entry. The great irony of professional life is that monkey work will get you ten bucks an hour, but challenging marketing work that requires a unique skill set and phenomenal people skills is considered an internship. Perhaps the Cabinet positions will next be considered internships. I know a lot of International Affairs tools at GW who would gladly sign up, but of course only if they can get class credit for being Secretary of State.

I miss Europe. It didn't matter if I was an intern there. People still liked to talk to me and get drunk with me. Rawr.


  • At April 15, 2005 at 8:23 AM, Blogger carolbean said…

    i still want to talk to you and get drunk with you!

    when are you coming to A2 again? sorry i haven't called, i've had a bit of a week from hell. ok not just a bit. anyway i love you and miss you and i want to see you.

    i know how you feel about coming back from amazing places. coming back from nyc was so hard. is so hard. i miss places where you are not accountable to anyone but yourself.


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