Tracey Cheek, Arts Editor
“Oh, get a job? Just get a job?! Why don’t I just strap on my job helmet and squeeze down into a job cannon and FIRE OFF INTO ‘JOB-LAND’ WHERE JOBS GROW ON JOBBIES?”
I’ve never felt more connected to Charlie Kelly of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia in my entire life (which is probably a good thing).
There are only eight weeks left until I graduate and get fired off into “job-land,” as Charlie would call it.
Most of us seniors seem to be in the same situation. There are the overachievers who have already ap- plied to 30+ jobs — the term overachiever is not an insult, I am extremely jealous of those people — and then there are the ones who have sent out a resume here and there, like me.
I’d like to think I’ve only sent out a few because of my busy schedule, but I don’t think that’s the case. I find myself to be in more of a state of denial than anything.
I don’t know how much more (cold) cheesy I can get, but these past four years flew by. Oneonta has prepared me for the real world, without a doubt, but actually getting that job in the real world that you’ve worked your butt off for is not easy.
The job search is extremely intimidating. So far, just about every position I’ve found wants two, four, or even six years of experience in the field. How is a new grad supposed to get that initial position out in the field?
Most students I know have held several internships, myself included. But the thought of taking an in- ternship position after graduating at first seemed a little silly to me. I’ve worked this hard for the past four years just to land a temporary, poorly paid internship position?
As lovely as that may sound, that will probably be the case for a lot of us who are looking the face of graduation directly in the eyes — and I’m coming to terms with accepting that. Because, hopefully, that internship will lead to a full-time position, and then you will find yourself with both feet on the ground in “job-land”.
So, my fellow seniors, I encourage you to apply to jobs and internships until your fingers cannot type any more cover letters or scroll through anymore Monster.com pages.
Eight weeks is not a long time. That is 56 days, 1,344 hours, or 80,640 minutes that we have left in this odd little place that we have grown to love.
Because who knows where we will end up in the great big “job-land.”
On that note, I’m going to go send out my application to be a Drink-It-Intern that is paid to travel Eu- rope, drink beer, and post about it on Instagram. And yes, that is a real position for a real company. Shout out to my Bachelor’s degree in mass communication.
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