Despite being thrown a bone, I am feeling some despair tonight. I get depressed every Sunday night thinking about having to go back into work on Monday.
I honestly don’t know if I can get hired for a real job as an attorney. God knows, I’ve tried. I don’t know how many people have cooed at my credentials: impressive schools, impressive grades. But I have yet to hear those magic words, “when can you start?”
I definitely would give up, but I really want to be a lawyer. I just need someone to give me a chance. Plus, I think I just can’t get over the idea that I spent $150,000 on a degree that is not worth the paper it is printed on.
I told Jen that I can’t go on like this. Week after week hoping that someone calls me for an interview, looking for more places to send resumes to, just waiting for the phone to ring. If I can’t get a job by Christmas, I will give up. We will sell this condo and move to a cheaper area of the state. We don’t want to move but I just can’t do this indefinitely. I will be a SAHM who occasionally provides pro bono legal services.
I know. Bad economy. Old story. But tonight, it’s my story.