This really hit home; I need a decent job and yet dread having to drive out in the winter. The fear of success as opposed to the security of the daily routine. And missing someone who is not good for you. These are demons so many of us grapple with.
The day after I may or may not have broken up with boyfriend, my old professor emailed me. She asked if I’d be interested in a job teaching a lit course to nurses and social workers. It would be at 8am in the middle of winter, where ice is slick and thick, where darkness stretches on for hours.
I had graduated a year ago with my MFA – an overrated degree with an over-inflated price tag. Student loans were rolling in, boasting ridiculous payment coupons and accruing interest faster than my anxiety and fear could keep up. I was barely employed, working a few hours a week at a paper pushing job in a crummy legal warehouse for cigarette and gas money. My boss was a bitch with a pinched face and designer jeans. Most of my co-workers were twenty something boys who refused to leave their high school…
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