Six hours later, I returned home just as unemployed as when I left.
Why was I not informed about the unbelievable unemployability that comes with a master's degree and two years into a PhD?
How can it be that I can have 19 years of education, including three degrees (count 'em, people ... THREE!), and not be qualified to nanny, teach (which is ironic because I am a licensed teacher), tutor, sell retail, wait tables, or serve cocktails? How is this fucking possible?
So, I've come up with a new plan. Look for me on West Market between the Harris Teeter and the ABC ...