Underemployment..the new trend sweeping the nation

Well, the good news is that I have work, the bad news is I have become on of those sad tales where I am getting less than twenty hours a week and this does not help with the paying of car bills, insurance, and oh yeah that lovely little thing called rent.  Thankfully, I have parents who are understanding about this kind of thing.  Have you ever had one of those day where stuff happened it was the straw that broke the camels back so to speak? I will spare you the tawdry details only to say that a job I interviewed for and was well qualified for and would have saved me in gas and had me stop worrying about finances temporarily I did not get a call back to be hired even though I am qualified and could probably after a couple months and lots of training and hard work could do this job in my sleep.

Also, I went to work to pick up my paycheck and forgot I was supposed to show up at a certain time, so I plan to pick it up my next shift just to save on gas at this point. So, the good news is I now know some of the realities of being an adult, the bad news is I don’t like them. The one perk of being underemployed is probably have more time than I know what to do with.  So this gives me time to think of a future career or I guess apply for jobs where my masters degree might be of some use.

Actually me and my so are frequently asked why we are working where we are working because of our degrees.  Which pisses me off because my original plan was to go off and teach community college which became sort of impossible when I had no teaching experience when applying to these jobs. I did apply mind you and interviewed once (to be a TA , in grad school) and than gave up because apparently the fates that be decided this was not the job for me.

I have since decided teaching may or may not be for me. I suspect for the next couple weeks I will be looking up career titles for something that is calling for my name, or for a company or organization that cares more about people and training their people well over making a profit, or the making a profit is just a fringe benefit. I guess I am just feeling lost, angry, and hoping I find some inspiration so I can be the same determined person I used to be who wanted to make a difference in this world.

Also, I am sure I am not the only underemployed, graduate who is wondering why did life decide to give me the short end of the stick after all of this hard work?  What did I do to deserve this?

A friend of mine and I were discussing this at Starbucks how the people he knew had a hard time getting work, but he could get a job offer after getting teeth surgery and was planning to slow down for once.  While, some of the educated people he knew me included had a hard time landing a job, or getting good hours at your current job.  (it makes no sense and is too much of an Alice in Wonderland thing to make sense of)

But I don’t want to be a crop duster…

    I have recently seen the movie “Planes” with my dad, while the plot was pretty predictable and formulaic, but it was still an entertaining movie at large. Also, the main protagonist plane was told by most of his cohorts that he could never be a plane that races and only be a crop duster.  Lately I have been feeling this way in which I have been confined into who I am and what I am supposed to be and what I am supposed be doing with my life and time. In this example, the crop duster turned it around to be the fastest race plane in the nation.
I have seemed to reach a point in my life where I have to prove to myself, my peers, and my family that I will not be a crop duster all my life.  That I can indeed be a race plane or any other plane of interest to you and be free from this confined box.  However, to do this I am going to have do more things on my own, and be more independent in the process. But this is history repeating myself I once had an English instructor at the city college I taught told me I should not teach English at the community college level. I then proceeded to go up to my Masters in English and I still plan to and want to teach English at a community college.
If I can prove her wrong, then this should be a piece of cake or pie.  I am one of those people I can’t do something I then become bound and determined to do it and what they want me to do all with a smile on my face.  So readers I ask you have you had others put you in a box in terms of your identity and what your “supposed” to be doing with your life and if so how did you get out of this box and prove them wrong?