Unemployed and Living the Dream

That's right, folks. Unemployed and living the dream. After 5 years of post-secondary, I have no fruits to show for my labor...and I like it. I'm sure my parents are proud. 


But it isn't that peculiar - I know many recent (and not so recent) graduates from post-secondary institutions who are in the exact same predicament; loads of debt, plenty of knowledge, little to no job prospects. Luckily for me, this is only temporary - I start working at the university again part-time on Monday for the month while waiting on a callback from StatsCan, and I'm returning in September to start a Bachelor of Education. Before you say "why the hell are you doing a B.Ed.? There are no teaching jobs other than up North!" - I am aware of the situation. I recognize the fact that my job prospects will be no better than they are now. But I love teaching. It's my favorite thing to do. I love being involved in the process of learning, and helping others to understand concepts or look at things in a different light. The most rewarding feeling is seeing the light go off in someone's mind, seeing it click for them. I wouldn't trade that for anything. 


So I will suck up my pride and apply to Canadian Tire, Sobey's, and every other retail outlet surrounding my apartment. My goal is to make enough money to pay my rent and have fun this summer. It's only 3 months, and I could care less what I do for income during that time (I draw the line at prostitution and the drug trade - I feel my education did not adequately prepare me for those professions. Perhaps the B.Ed. will help?).


Most people would have gone crazy by this point, sitting at home with no real responsibilities or expectations placed on them. I, on the other hand, have reveled in it. I love puttering around, tidying up, finding new recipes, and listening to CBC Radio 1 constantly. My apartment has never been so clean! If things had have worked out differently, I know I would have made a fantastic housewife. My girlfriend is currently reaping the benefits while she can. 


While I know this cannot last forever, I plan to enjoy it while I can; it may be the last time I can be willfully unemployed. Until next Monday, I will continue to play my guitar all day, read books at random, play terrible computer games for hours on end, and make my girlfriend increasingly jealous.