When I graduated college in May with a degree in Creative Writing, emphasis in Poetry (yes, really) and a minor in Leadership (again, I’m totally serious), I knew that companies would not be pounding down my door, hoping to get a piece of Sam Escobar Brain Action. Sometimes it feels there are more writers than things to write about in the world, so it’s difficult to be particularly sought after the way someone who majored outstandingly in, say, finance at a prestigious school could be.
Indeed, I knew it was unlikely that I would be graduating into a world of success, fame and people clamoring to produce hardcovers filled with my ex-boyfriend anguish and drunk thoughts resulting in widespread Instagrammed photos with my quotes under them. Unfortunately, very few people achieve instant success after graduating college–which many people I knew seemed to believe they would–or even find paying jobs in their field of study.
Right now, I’m not only happily writing online about things I find interesting, I’m also working at a call center. Not like a “tech support” call center; unfortunately, I’m far too inept with most technical stuff to be able to advise others. No, it’s the second most frustrating type of call center: I’m a telecom researcher. The first, of course, is telemarketer because they’re trying to sell you something. I’m simply trying to understand why you bought something or what you think. I call during dinner, I’m sorry in advance, but we get sworn at a lot and paid minimum wage, in the event that makes any angry folks feel better.
And you know what people like to openly think? That I must’ve done something wrong or didn’t yet achieve what I have, thus why I have to work at this job.