Corey and I have about 3 1/2 months left before our big move to Austin, and we’re starting to talk about the logistics of it all.
We both grew up in Austin and know the area well, but neither of us have ever actually lived there as adults – we both lived at our parents’ houses until we moved up here to College Station. We’re both really excited to be back there and have the chance to live in a different area of the city (one that isn’t 30 minutes away from anything interesting. We love our parents, but we don’t love the tiny little town they live in!) but we’re starting to realize exactly how much planning and work goes into picking up your life and moving two and a half hours away.
There are a million different little logistics that we will have to figure out over the next few months, and we’ll talk about them all in good time. Today, however, we’re going to talk about the one that is stressing me out the most. The one that I can’t stop thinking about, and the one that is blocking all of my blogging creativity so that I can’t think or talk about anything else.
Finding a job.
Ugh. Just typing it out is stressful.
I am a teacher. Or rather, I’m currently a teacher’s assistant and I’m dying to have my own classroom. I don’t know if any of you pay attention to the news, but things are not pretty for teachers right now. It’s bad all over the country, and within the entire state of Texas, it seems like Austin got hit the worst. Almost every district is in a hiring freeze, and people all but laugh when they hear that I’m a first year teacher looking for a teaching job.
Now, in the interest of not being a complete Debbie Downer, I will say that as a special education teacher, and especially as a teacher who specializes in working with students with Autism, I have a slight advantage over a lot of other people looking for teaching jobs. Special education gets more federal funding than other departments, so it isn’t getting hit quite as hard, plus you can’t really just increase the student-to-teacher ratio in a special education classroom and call it a day – it just doesn’t work like that.
SO. Summary so far: finding a teaching job is impossible, unless you’re in special education, then it’s just almost impossible.
I know it’s early to be freaking out. I also know that if worse comes to worst I can find another teaching assistant job, or get a job at a daycare, or get an office job, or whatever. I’ll have a job. I know that.
It’s the waiting that’s killing me. I like to know what I’m doing and where I’m going with my life. I like to plan things out. I hate, hate, hate knowing that I really won’t have any idea about whether or not I have a teaching job until at least June or July. Maybe not even until after we get to Austin. And that stresses me the hell out.
Also? If I don’t get a teaching job, Corey doesn’t get to do real estate yet, because we won’t be able to have an unreliable income if I don’t make enough to support both of us. How’s that for pressure to find a job? I mean, he’s been wonderful and supportive about it all, but I would feel terrible if he had to put his dreams on hold because of my inability to find a job.
And that, my friends, summarizes what has consumed my thoughts for the past few weeks, and will probably continue to consume my thoughts until I have a job. Now that I’ve got it all out there, hopefully my blogging block will go away and I’ll be able to talk about more interesting things that people actually, you know, care about.
Have you ever struggled to find a job? Bonus points if you have a moving + struggling for a job story!