a good old fashioned bitch-fest.

19 Aug

true story.

so for me, the last three years have been one big  never-ending job hunt. while others have been climbing the corporate ladder,  i have been traipsing around from one thing to the next trying to build up a professional focus in economic development.

and alright, it’s going ok.  i have this gig  in india, i’m finally experiencing field-level microfinance operations and i am broadening my understanding of humankind. blah blah blah.

overall, i guess this crazy fellowship is removing some of the barriers to better economic development job opportunities.

despite what i am reaping from this year, it’s time once again to renew the perpetual job hunt in anticipation of my return home in six months.  so, over the last week i have been prowling the job boards looking for neat opportunities and exploring the qualifications.

all good in the hood right?

or not. holy f*&kballs – what i have sadly discovered with this new round of job hunting is that apparently a masters degree is the new bachelors degree! what a simply stellar turn of events!

not only did i have to spend a year away in the merde (that’s french for shit –god  i’m so fancy) to get a decent job at my current professional level,  i now have to go back to school for an mba or some other ridiculous business masters?

pretty sure that’s total crap.

because i can literally see some of your heads exploding (cough, hannah, cough), i will say that i see the value in higher education – obviously. actually, i hope to one day get an advanced degree.

but to have it so viciously imposed on me for non-executive, non-specialist roles is beyond annoying. i just honestly don’t buy it  that a masters is needed to realize success in these roles.

i am starting to think that this push for higher education qualifications is a conspiracy to get us to spend more money on degrees.

actually, right now i”m trying to work out the economics of how this would benefit the world’s rich – as the best conspiracies do – but a chorus line of dancing ferrel cats just plowed through my train of thought. and i’m now envisioning them in tiny little cabaret outfits. ohmygodyouguys they’re so cute. do do dah do do, heel toe, heel toe.

um, where was i?

ok while my conspiracy theory may be lacking real proof, the point is that i would just much rather pursue an advanced degree when i’m ready to sharpen my skills in an area i’m passionate about – and not just to satisfy a recruiter.

in the words of liz lemon: blerg.

7 Responses to “a good old fashioned bitch-fest.”

  1. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) August 19, 2011 at 4:28 pm #

    Who knew it would be so tough and competitive when it comes to saving the world. Idea….I met the president of Athabasca University at the Corner Store Restaurant in Charlottetown when we were both single patrons and the host sat us at the same table to chow down on lobster (best anywhere). Anywho, maybe you should register for your ‘masterwhatever’ online, take a course and then you can be a degree ‘in progress’?

    • heyitsmeal August 22, 2011 at 1:14 pm #

      not a bad plan. you always meet people in the most rando places. the woman from dragon’s den? haha

  2. Chu August 21, 2011 at 12:22 pm #

    Me and you both Ally!

  3. Hannah August 21, 2011 at 9:21 pm #

    Told you so.

    If you like, I have the literature on the entire conspiracy. You know, because that is what I spend my days in higher ed studying. The conspiracy to keep Al from her dream job.

    Because I’m fucking cool like that.

    • heyitsmeal August 22, 2011 at 1:15 pm #

      ill take your word for it. you’re a walking book of stats anyway.

  4. Barnet August 24, 2011 at 12:46 am #

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