Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Can I put you on hold?

I hate calling somewhere and being put on hold. I called the IRS once and hung up after spending twenty minutes listening to bad elevator music.

Unless you are somehow lucky enough to jump straight into your career or graduate school, this is the world right after finishing college. The endless job applications, interviews, and questions from well-meaning family friends are the elevator music of your life.

Then you find out that you aren't qualified to do the things you want to do yet, but you're somehow overqualified to do anything else. I found out that I'm overqualified to sell vitamins at GNC, and I wasn't even worth getting a rejection letter from In n' Out Burger. (Low point in life: applying to flip burgers two days before you graduate with a BS in Biology.)

So you make a change of plans. Instead of finishing up prerequisites to enter a graduate nursing school a year from now, you find yourself on overseas teacher recruiting sites. You find yourself posting your CV to an international job board. You find yourself committing the next two years of your life to an international girls' school that may as well be situated on the face of the sun. You find yourself suddenly excited about a job that you thought you never wanted.

Most importantly you think that, although this journey will be the hardest thing you've ever done, you may just be finding yourself.

I'm hanging up the phone. I'm moving to Abu Dhabi.

Katie