$350 an hour
Dear Penelope Trunk,
I can't tell you how many times I've drafted letters to you.
I am 29 and do not have the career I want. I am also not sure how to get there. I have some of the things I want but I am deeply struggling with how to find a career.
I think I know how to showcase my acheivements, write a resume. I know that I can help other people, because I have. I know that I can find little jobs and exploit them to their full potential. I have worked off-Broadway, managed a mall kiosk, been hired in a Senior role after only a few months temping at a Fortune 500. I have taken kids on hikes, painted faces, acted in South Bronx courtyards, and handed out fliers. I have done cold sales in Times Square in the heat of the summer. I've supervised sixty-five children to create a school musical- but that one I barely broke even.
Now I want a secular job that is part-time, pays well, and is flexible about time off (or has a generous leave policy). I want to be available for my daughter. I want this to be a serious career move so that in a few years, when daughter and hypothetical future children are in school, I can continue to grow. I want it to pay for daycare, organic groceries and the occasional luxury item. I'm just not sure what's out there.
And in the meantime, I can't afford $350 an hour for career advice.
But much respect,
B
I can't tell you how many times I've drafted letters to you.
I am 29 and do not have the career I want. I am also not sure how to get there. I have some of the things I want but I am deeply struggling with how to find a career.
- When I was in high school, I wanted to do non-profit theatre and also make so much money that I could take limos, wear furs, and drink champagne.
- I wanted to be Marilyn Monroe of the social justice movement without shaving my legs or compromising.
- I still struggle with compromise.
- I appreciate your blog so much. I appreciate that you tell it like it is.
- When I was eighteen I really believed that if I just closed my eyes and wanted it badly enough it would materialize. I thought that by twenty I'd be financially solvent, and by twenty-seven I'd be showing up in a limo to meet a friend in a park.
I think I know how to showcase my acheivements, write a resume. I know that I can help other people, because I have. I know that I can find little jobs and exploit them to their full potential. I have worked off-Broadway, managed a mall kiosk, been hired in a Senior role after only a few months temping at a Fortune 500. I have taken kids on hikes, painted faces, acted in South Bronx courtyards, and handed out fliers. I have done cold sales in Times Square in the heat of the summer. I've supervised sixty-five children to create a school musical- but that one I barely broke even.
Now I want a secular job that is part-time, pays well, and is flexible about time off (or has a generous leave policy). I want to be available for my daughter. I want this to be a serious career move so that in a few years, when daughter and hypothetical future children are in school, I can continue to grow. I want it to pay for daycare, organic groceries and the occasional luxury item. I'm just not sure what's out there.
And in the meantime, I can't afford $350 an hour for career advice.
But much respect,
B