Losing my Unemployment

I expected my first paycheque to cover a lot of expenses I had planned. Having a job requires one to sacrifice a lot of the time ordinarily earmarked for doing nothing. To compensate, I made extensive plans to correctly channel money towards buying myself all the joy I want.

But I’m sorely disappointed. My first paycheque can’t buy me a grand piano, a vacation in western Europe, a decent vinyl record collection, a section of a library, a Bugatti Veyron, real estate on the moon, a small Hawaiian island, tuition for a good academic program, a quaint bistro in southern France or youtube. Money can probably buy happiness if you are as shrewd at planning your purchases as I am. But I can’t know for sure. Not within a month of getting a job in any case.

I also feel like I’ve lost some part of my identity by losing my unemployed status quo. My tally of companies that came, saw and left without recruiting anybody was steadily rising, something that made me believe I had a superpower. A larger sample does, after all, indicate more robust results. Receiving a job offer has taken away all my imaginary powers, not to mention the inspiration for many a blog post.

On the bright side, I got bored of worrying last week and decided that things could either sort themselves out or they could go to hell. I’m happy to report things voluntarily chose the decidedly less attractive option of sorting themselves out despite my curtness.

Additionally, the placement cell is truly relieved: far more excited about me having got a job than they seemed to be about their own jobs. Within 3 minutes of sending me my offer letter, the placement cell officially declared the close of the placement season. I was clearly the most difficult case on their hands. I know it took a lot of patience.