Fifty: an approximation of the number of resumes I sent out in my first few weeks in MA. Out of all of them, I got around fifteen responses, and five of them offered me a job. I’m grateful, sure, but doesn’t that seem scary? That includes jobs for which I was not fully qualified, where 3 of them offered me a job. In reality, if I had stuck only to the jobs I was completely qualified for, I would have two offers out of fifty. Even scarier.
Scarier still: My full time doesn’t start until September. Enter the part time jobs. I have two that pay very well and I am considering taking a third one. A combination of all three will equal to one full time while I wait for September. I don’t mind the work. The pain in the nether region is the fact that I don’t have a car. Getting around in the outskirts of the city by depending on buses and trains is not something I would wish on my worst enemy (if I had one). Good news: I’ll have access to a car that is now traveling by sea. Bad news: it takes a month to get here…or more.
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