As of a little over a week ago, it is now finally official. I am the quintessential go-to example of a loser stereotype. I am a 30 year old living in my parents' basement.
I explained the whole parents' basement thing in this old post:
http://failedlibrarian.blogspot.com/2012/10/subterranean-homelife-blues.html
And now I've finally hit the "big" 30. I don't see what's so big about it, though. The only difference seems to be lower car insurance rates, and the sudden inability to eat pizza before bed from now on.
But that's neither here nor there. The point is that I am 30, have had my MLIS for almost 5 years, and have yet to find any employment in my field that even qualifies as half-time. Anyone surprised? Show of hands?
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Yep, that's what I thought.
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Saturday, January 5, 2013
What's so happy about it?
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Wednesday, January 2, 2013
FML
So, my hard disk died. I had almost nothing backed up. The disk is so thoroughly fucked that it would cost 1200-1500 to even attempt to repair it.
What does that have to do with this blog? Well, aside from having had several blog posts written out in a word doc in advance, I also had my cover letter templates on that disk. Yet another beautiful setback in my job hunting, like I needed one.
I also lost some statistics I was keeping, such as a list of every job I applied to.
This is all really the least of what I lost, but it's the only part relevant to my blog, so I'll leave it at that.
What does that have to do with this blog? Well, aside from having had several blog posts written out in a word doc in advance, I also had my cover letter templates on that disk. Yet another beautiful setback in my job hunting, like I needed one.
I also lost some statistics I was keeping, such as a list of every job I applied to.
This is all really the least of what I lost, but it's the only part relevant to my blog, so I'll leave it at that.
Monday, October 29, 2012
What would I say to hopeful librarians?
This question makes me imagine going into a fit of wheezing
coughs as I limp toward the asker while shouting: “HOPE? ADANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER LIBRARY
SCHOOL.” But while imagining that in my
head, here’s what I’d actually say:
Make sure this is what you want. Make sure this is the greatest passion in
your life, that you’d never want to do anything else for as long as you
live. If you think this “just seems like
a nice job,” or “you’re not sure what else to do, but you like reading,” then I
highly recommend that you fuck right
off. Treat this career like you’d treat
the idea of being a rock star or an astronaut.
If it’s what you really want to do more than anything and you think you
have the passion and drive, and you think you have what it takes to stand out,
and you think that it’s something you absolutely have to try to do, then go
ahead. Try. But don’t count on it being a sure
thing. Have a fallback plan. Have two.
Try to make a go of it, but understand that the chances of success are
pretty slim, and you can’t hang all of your hope on it. And if you do succeed, it won’t be
overnight. You’ll be chipping away for
years to gain any kind of ground. Expect
about 2 years in library school, and then 3-5 more years volunteering or
working less than half-time before anything opens up for you. Maybe more.
Also, make sure you can go all out with it. Don’t go for this career if you need to stay
close to your family. You have to be
willing to go anywhere and take any kind of job. Again, this needs to be your passion to the
point where you’ll do anything it takes to get there. If you aren’t passionate enough to relocate
outside of a 3-hour radius, then you aren’t passionate enough to be employable
in this field.
“That sounds rather pessimistic, it can’t be that bad,” you
imagine. “I mean, just because you
suck, that doesn’t mean that becoming a librarian is that fucking difficult.” If you think I’m exaggerating, read this:
Yes, the MLIS is the worst
Master’s degree for jobs. Somehow—and I
really don’t understand how this is possible since libraries are still
things—but somehow, you would be more employable with a Master’s in French
Literature. Or History. Or Art History. Even fucking Communications.
Yeah, it’s not just me.
This profession is the barren hellscape I described it as, and it will
suck for anyone coming in recently. The
bottom line is, if you want to be a librarian, you’d better want to be a librarian. You’d better want it so much that you’re willing
to take a big risk for it, and you’re willing to make big sacrifices to make
it. If you just want to be a librarian
because you “love to read,” then run.
Run now. The field doesn’t need
you.
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