Crossed Fingers...

So...I applied for another job. And this job really is my dream job— because it's right here at the seminary!

I was surfing Idealist.org, just looking for volunteer stuff, and I figured, hey, why not look at the jobs, just to see what else is out there? After all, my job isn't bad, but it's basically New York City minimum wage, it's a long-ass commute, and I don't do anything really challenging or exciting. I know these aren't valid complaints, and I know I should simply be appreciative that I have a job in the first place...but if I can find something better, shouldn't I at least give it a try?

So I entered "New York City" into the city/town box, and I chose "Religious, Spiritual, and Metaphysical Issues" from the drop-down list of potential employment sectors.

And the first thing that came up, at the very top of the page, was an administrative job (database manager/administrative assistant) at General Theological Seminary.

I applied, of course, and really, how perfect would this be? I'd go from having a forty-five minute walk to a five-minute cross-campus stroll. I'd be able to participate in seminary life in the same way other spouses can (which is currently prevented by my work schedule, as I leave at 8 am and don't get back until 6:30 pm). Bad weather would never be an issue, and I'd always be home for dinner on time. My vacations would correspond more closely with Adam's vacations from school. And I'd be doing smart person things, with more responsibility and more challenging projects, in a field I love and for the Church to which I have devoted so much of my life. Plus, how good would this job look on an application to a seminary?

I would be great for this job, which is why I will naturally never, ever get it. Every single great job for which I've applied has been out of my reach, apparently. I never ever hear back from most employers, let alone get interviews. This job I have now I found through a temp agency, and I consider myself lucky to have found it at all, even though it's not remotely what I want to be doing in the long term. Most of the people I know from Vassar are now unemployed (like some of my Vassar acquaintances, who haven’t even been able to snag wait staff jobs here in New York), underemployed (i.e., paid $7/hour or kept on part-time status so the company can save money) or employed at a company they hate, with a boss they hate, doing things they hate. Really, I'm incredibly lucky— at least I don't hate my job, and I really really like some of my co-workers, and it's not horribly stressful or anything.

But this other job...oh, I dunno. I hate to get my hopes up, only to have them dashed again. I don't even know if seminary spouses are allowed to apply or not. And maybe they'd rather give the job to someone older or something.

It's just...some shit has been going down here, lately, shit that I can't post about here, because it's about someone else, but also about me, too...oh, it all sounds confusing, but the important part is that I feel like I could really use a little good luck.

And maybe a nice new job.