Mad Andrew's Journal

The depression that is job hunting...
I descend further into the fear and loathing that is my job hunt. Pardon me while I express the angst that is Andrew.

I had previously thought that taking some time off before resuming all of my projects and job hunting would be a good idea. Because then I might actually get to appear as though I wanted the jobs. However, it became apparent to me that I needed to get out there while I still had the momentum from getting the thesis, and once it was announced I'd get a little attention, and maybe even draw some more possible employment out of the woodwork. It wasn't a stupid theory. Unfortunately, since then, things have stacked up a bit. There is a definite uncertainty about whether Rice will continue to pay me while I search for a job. Even though I now see that the 11-15 check was posted, how long this will continue I do not know.
Then there is the job hunt. I am left, tired and discouraged, attempting to flap the last tattered remnants of my ego so that I can try to convince places to hire me. I now have five applications out, and one feeler (I sent the CV in advance of a job that hasn't been announced yet). And I can look forward to yet more of this as I try to catch on somewhere. Not only this, I fully well expect to pay for any kind of rudeness or offense while I'm doing this. Not exactly encouraging. After all of that, presuming of course somewhere wants to make an offer, then I get to try to negotiate. Wonderful.
There are days that I don't know if I want to work in physics anymore. I tend to call them weekdays recently. There's so much crap that happens that has nothing to do with the work I love that the scales are on the verge of tipping. And here I thought things might even out a little after the great race to the end. Instead, there's just...nothing.

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