So, I had my first job interview last Thursday, right? It went really well and I pretty much aced the interview. The guy said he would call me on Monday and let me know what positions were available (because this is a weird company where you interview first without knowing what exactly you are interviewing for…). He called Monday morning and said, “Sorry, our last position was filled on Friday. I’ll keep looking though, and let you know if anything opens up.”
I plan to call him again tomorrow, just to check in, but it’s not looking good.
After months and months of job searching I’ve had one interview. It’s so discouraging. It’s making me want to move somewhere new and start over. I’m tired of New York. Also, I’ll be completely broke (re: $0.00 in my bank account) by the end of July, so a decision must be made before then. I either find a job or I move back to Texas where I can live with my mom for free.
For a while I was trying my hardest to stay in New York. Who wants to move back home after finishing a Master’s degree? That’s kind of sad, isn’t it? But clearly I have had very little luck finding a job, so maybe it’s the universe trying to tell me something.
I think my life would be so much easier if I moved back to Texas. It might not be as exciting and thrilling as living in New York City, but there are tons of positive aspects about it. The more I think about it, the more excited I become.
My mom called me last night as I was getting ready for bed. I didn’t feel like talking, but she was asking about my job search. I told her how discouraged I am and how I feel like I’m running out of options. She really wants me to move back to Texas, so she’s been pushing that idea for a while. I started listening to her last night. I could move back. During our two hour conversation I had another idea.
I could become a school counselor. It’s not what I planned to do, but it’s not too far off the track I was heading down either. In Texas, to become a school counselor you need a Master’s degree in counseling (check!) but you also have to teach for two years. This would mean that I make my decision soon, I apply for alternative certification, and I begin teaching in the fall. After one year I would become certified, and after two years I could become a school counselor. It doesn’t so bad!
I always wanted to be a teacher, but my mom had discouraged me saying the pay was horrible. And sure, it’s not great, but it’s also 10K/year more than I would be making as an entry-level at a non-profit. And the pay as a school counselor is even higher than that of a teacher. It all sounds so good; I just don’t make to make this huge decision because I’m discouraged and can’t find a job right this second.
I have all these thoughts and plans for the future running through my head. I wish I was one of those people that can make a decision and not second guess themselves. I wish I could just decide, but there are so many factors to consider. If I move to Texas I’ll be leaving NYC, obviously. That in itself is sad. Also, things with C will probably be over, at least for a while. I’ll have to readjust to living close to my family. I’ll have to readjust to the heat. I’ll have to readjust to Texas.
It’s a big decision.