Over qualified? Did someone say "Over qualified"?
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I admit, it's rough looking. I was so mad when I drew it, it was the graphic equivalent of my spitting and sputtering like a leaky radiator.
The year was 2002. My husband & I had moved to the sleepy little town where my parents had retired, because of Dad's health. Everybody knew it in the town (very small town). I let it be known that I knew I wouldn't get a job like I'd had in Massachusetts, wasn't even asking for a full time job, just something to stem the leak on our savings for a couple of years (and we could have done it, too). Sales, waiting, pushing broom... I didn't care! Heck, I grew up in a similarly depressed area, I grew up in the mid-west... I knew $25/hr jobs just didn't exist... or for that matter, jobs that I had paper qualifications for at all!
I also knew the good-ol-boy system, I knew who to talk to, I knew the favor system, I knew the volunteer system, I knew the pleasantries...
But still I got the "You're over qualified" schpeel.
>:(
For a year!
What broke it? My husband and I belonged to this club that an Arkansas County Judge also happened to belong to. For all this time I'd asked him if the county needed a drafter. He kept saying "No".
Then one day we were all sitting around, shooting the breeze and he got to bragging on his secretary. It was a long time, it seemed, before he could find a secretary with all the skills he needed.
I listened, noted that I had every one of those skills...
As it so happened, I had picked up the mail on the way down, and I had recieved one of my resume's back (again, I was over qualified), so I dug it out and teased "Well, if she decides to up and take off on you, I have all of those skills."
Da Judge pulled it out of the mangled envelope and started reading... and we all continued to razz and pick on each other in the "good ol boy" manner... when all of a sudden he said "Mapping!"
I looked over at him "Yes?"
"I thought you were a drafter, I didn't know you were a mapper, too."
Uh...
Well. I ended up working for that county (it was made clear that there was a loop hole since I had skills that weren't readily available in that county) for the worst pay that I'd had since before I went back to school, granted, and a 28 mile (one way) commute. It wasn't as effective at stemming the leak on my savings (gone by then) as it would have been a year earlier. Benefits were... dismal. $5000 deductible on my insurance, with essentially minimum wage earnings (at that time). Riiiiight.
But, it was a passable job until hurricane Katrina... fuel prices, ya know. I was spending more in fuel than I was bringing home from work...