Thursday, August 4, 2011

The new definition of "sisyphean"


Le sigh.

6 comments:

Earnest English said...

Your post made me look inside my own Job Searches file at the horror, the horror. You win. Ugh.

{{{{{{{{Sisyphus}}}}}}}}}

Ink said...

I have a headache on your behalf right now.

((((((((Sisyphus))))))))

recent Ph.D. said...

Well, this may be neither here nor there, but following your blog these past few years in part motivated me to jump ship sooner than I might otherwise have. I've got a "job search 09" and a "job search 10," after which I decided against another semester of adjuncting and took this nonacademic gig I currently have. There may or may not be a "job search 11," but even if there is, that's the end of it for me. Truly, you illustrate the sisyphean nature of this profession, and you helped me, at least, figure out where to draw the line (er, drop the rock and climb out of the ditch?).

Sisyphus said...

Uh, thanks? Great? Glad to be of help!

If I had landed a nonacademic job back in the summer of 09 (which is that one top folder) I totally would have hung it up. Unfortunately, I found out that it is just as hard to get a "regular job" in California as an academic one --- or it least it was.

If I don't get something permanent this time around (as my postdoc will be up), I will have to re-start Operation Live in Parents' Basement and reconstruct everything. But I can barely get through my stacks of summerschool grading right now, much less make big plans for the job market and post job market crap.

Luckily I have people here to go drinking with!

Arbitrista said...

Yikes. It's terrible to think that my acquaintances have to suffer like this for me to have some perspective on my own professional, which is comparatively stable if ever unpredictable. You truly deserve to catch a break.

recent Ph.D. said...

I guess that came out sounding kinda wrong...but I meant it as a compliment. What else is blogging good for if not for giving people some perspective they might not otherwise have?

Which doesn't help you, of course....but that's what drinking buddies are for!

Crossing fingers that something will come along so that you do not have to re-start Operation Live in Parents' Basement...