The average American works 40 hours a week, roughly 8 hours a day. This is more time than we spend at home or with our families; the majority of our day, the majority of our adult lives are spent working. Working plays a key role in our lives, it can provide us with a sense of purpose and routine, it can build important social networks, and it can establish our place in the larger order of society.
For the past five years I have struggled to find permanent employment. I have gone from internships, AmeriCorps, internships again, and finally back to school hoping that a second degree would secure me a spot in the modern-day workforce. Nothing worked. In the last three years it has only gotten worse. It has been a struggle, that I am sure many understand, to find a place and a sense of security. Within the last few years I have been able to secure only temporary part-time work, any little bit helps, but after a while the insecurity takes a toll on the ego. There are days that I just give up. Where I walk around in a haze, a dense fog, not knowing if I am coming or going. I have applied to so many jobs with no success that I doubt my capabilities. Now when I go to apply for job, I think “what’s the point? I won’t get it.”
You see, since childhood we’ve been fed this dream. Graduate college, get a great job, get a promotion, meet a good man, marry, maybe get a Masters, have some kids, get an even better job. Or some combination of this. Point being, that after college you were to take your place in society. You were to become a functioning member of your community. Well that’s difficult when you don’t have a job and can’t seem to get one. Soon, things begin to pass you by and friendships fall away. Your fellow graduates move on to careers, marriages, and a few into parenthood. And you’re left alone, in a dark place, staring at your yearbook picture asking yourself where did I go wrong and why do I look pregnant?
It’s been a struggle, and one is still struggling but I am grateful for one thing, this little site. In between jobs this little site keeps me going. I wake up in the morning with something to think about and a project to work on. When I am at my worse, I am still committed to something, to this. Yeah, I might not have gotten a great job after college, I might not be engaged, pregnant, or up for a promotion. I might have completely failed at the role of productive citizen and functioning member of society. I may have missed the boat when it came to finding my place in the traditional way, but I got the opportunity to make my own home instead.