Monday, November 01, 2010



I'm migrating over to a new blog because by some awesome and strange chance is available, and it looks a little more professional and all as I'm making steps into the real world. So. I guess head that way, because this one is pretty much dead.

Monday, October 04, 2010

Going for it on 4th and Long

Quick one before I crash.

I'm moving to Portland in a little over 8 days. It's sort of my Hail Mary pass on 4th and Long (football references are surprisingly apt for life situations). This marks the beginning of my final week in town. Trying to make it something of all sorts of epic. This includes catching the Michigan v Michigan State game in the big house, drinking at the Peanut Barrel, running Lake Lansing, probably hitting up Sip n Snack and Tasty Twist. I'm open to suggestions.

I'm very nervous about the move. About going out there with nothing.

Sunday, September 05, 2010

The Empire Strikes Back of Life

I'm not entirely sure what to call what happened to me on Wednesday. It's not exactly fired so far as I can tell. It's not exactly laid off. It's not exactly let go. I didn't exactly quit.What happened was that, as of 5:00 PM Wednesday afternoon I found myself completely unemployed. Here's how it went down...

I graduated in May, but I stayed on with the library because job hunting has been even less than unsuccessful. One awful interview the whole summer (I put in my time, got my piece of paper, where's my job?). So I stayed on with my school job, figuring they'd be willing to work with me come the fall.
Wednesday afternoon I'm sitting in our teaching classroom, a smaller room with about twenty computers. No one ever comes into the classroom, which is nice because it affords me the time to sit around and surf youtube, read wikipedia, and job hunt (usually in that order). My boss comes in with a group of the new recruits to use the classroom and give them a rough orientation on a lot of the software and services our office supports. But before that she takes the time to introduce the couple of people in the classroom already.

When she gets to me she says, “And this is Nathan, but you won't be seeing a whole lot of him because he's not going to be working with us come the start of the semester.”

Ok, I think and offer a perfunctory wave while I'm working on the flyer for some of the classes offered in the fall, that makes sense, I'm planning on moving out to Portland, Oregon and attempting to wing a bohemian life out there with the friends who've already headed out, and that's happening in October, a few months away.

Then I stop. Something doesn't jive with something else. The start of the semester. So I go to the school's website and search Academic calendar. Pull up Fall 2010, and see the starting date for the semester: 09/07/2010. Next Tuesday. Then another thought comes rushing out in an angry, confused fury. I don't work between Wednesday and Monday (and we're closed on Monday for Labor Day) Then the two thoughts jump together. My stomach lurches just to get in on the building shock. I don't work again between now and the start of the semester. Today is my last day. Would've been nice to have a heads up, I think.

I think about, after the class has split, stopping in my bosses office and confronting her, but if this is her way of saying I'm fired, it's really nonconfrontational, and I'm not feeling like stepping it up much and taking the higher road. When I get home I fire her an email asking her if, all things considered that makes today my last day.

“Yeah,” she says, “I guess it is.”

“Oh, ok,” I respond, “can I get a letter of reference?”

“Yep, not a problem,” she responds.

And that was it.

It's put everything else into a desperate perspective. Student loans are about to start rolling in, here with October so close. I'm not finding any work. I'm barely finding any potential, and those that I can apply for are rarely taking the time to write back and say “Sorry, we're not interested.”

I'm a graduate from the Univeristy of Michigan with a marketable degree in information literacy an library services. I'm articulate. I'm young, and driven. I'm stuck so far behind the eight-ball.

I don't know what I'm going to do.