
Hi! It’s Annie!
This is a different type of post than what I usually do, but it’s certainly been something on my mind more than usual lately. I think I have mentioned in some previous posts that I am a professional book lover! I have a Master’s degree in Library Science and have worked as a librarian for three years at this point. But what I haven’t said, partially because of my absence, is that I lost my job in April of this year and have been looking for employment since. This is probably one of the main reasons why I haven’t been writing or posting; my life has been consumed with grief over a job that I loved and anxiety in attempting to get a new job in this horrible economy. A little fun fact about me; I’m the type that is averse to ruffling feathers. I never had a rebellious phase when I was younger and I’ve always considered academics to be one of the most important parts of my life. I was the kid who just wanted her parents to be proud of her and did everything the way you were “supposed” to do it in order to accomplish that. Having said that, I’m going to go through all of the things I did that you’re “supposed” to do and how much they’ve helped me thus far.
As a disclaimer beforehand, I want to note that I think education is incredibly important and at no point in this post will I even hint that I regret the education that I have. I strongly believe that knowledge is power and I feel incredibly privileged to have the education that I do. This will be more of a comment on the world we live in right now.
“Everything Right” in School:
I was always a straight ‘A’ student. The type of student who you would find crying outside on the curb if I got anything below a ninety percent on my last exam. And it wasn’t because I had parents who would be angry when I got home. I always had the coolest parents around (although they would highly encourage me to re-take tests if I got anything below an ‘A’ while other people around me had parents who were relieved when their child got a ‘B’). But to be fair, school wasn’t hard for me. I think you can already guess that I was one of those “gifted kids” who adults frequently praised for their academic work. That’s where the entirety of my value was because I had no idea who I was or even the slightest idea what I wanted to do, I was bullied and had very few friends if any at all, and I was incredibly introverted. I went forward into college holding my success in academics as proof that I was a worthy human being.
Here’s where I went a little off the beaten path. Not knowing what I wanted to do, but knowing I had a deep love for fandoms and performing arts, I went into Theatre. This was despite several adults around me telling me that this was an incredibly bad idea and this was likely the first taste I had of doing something that might disappoint someone. (That’s important and will come back later.) However, I still went into it with the mentality that I had to make up for the fact that I chose an unconventional degree. So I didn’t go out with friends, I didn’t even go out on the weekends; I stayed home and studied and made sure that I aced each and every class. I graduated with top honors…right at the start of an international pandemic. Very quickly I realized that this undergrad degree set me up for nothing that I could put into actual work experience for anything that would be hiring anytime soon. So I did what every other “gifted kid” was doing. I looked into higher education.
“Everything Right’ in Grad School:
Coming up to grad school I worked for several years within a school district because I thought that this was the most rational field for me to go in. It had stability and I wanted to get back into my love of books; where better than a High School English class, right? Entirely, horrifically, wrong. I had completely and conveniently forgotten that schools were a constant source of stress for me growing up and that my depression when I was younger had partially come from the form of entrapment that I felt within those walls despite assigning all of my value to them. Or perhaps because of it. I quickly decided to divert into something parallel that actually was a stop on the book/publishing train and where I knew people who had a career in it. Librarianship. This was a shot in the dark for me, because while I had volunteered at a library a few times as a kid, I had no other experience. I blindly started my Master’s program and miraculously got a job within the field all at once and I, luckily, loved it with my entire heart. I loved getting to do story time and interacting with people. I loved being around all the books and recommending new ones to patrons. I loved my classes and learning about the archival processes of old materials. Despite the floundering that I was frequently beating myself up for; I had somehow stumbled into my dream job. So the beating myself up payed off right? I had beaten myself back into shape… and I was happy. Paying way too much money on another degree, sure; but happy and also getting academic validation again. I finished my degree as quickly as I could have possibly done it.
“Everything Right” at Work:
I’ve always been a hard worker despite the fact that I was good at school. My anxiety wouldn’t allow for anything else. I couldn’t take the idea of not putting the effort in and disappointing someone somehow. This was the mentality I went into my work with. If anybody ever slacked off on something I knew needed to be done; I’d put the entire thing on my shoulders. I would make it entirely my responsibility. I wanted the validation of being able to do everything I possibly could on my own. I volunteered to pick up the slack when people stopped showing up to my managers, which created an environment where that became my standard. Sure, I was doing more than everyone else and at times I was doing other people’s jobs for them; but that didn’t matter to a management team who didn’t care about their employees. All they cared about was that I continued to pick up that slack. Suddenly, my expectations were so much higher than anyone else’s on my team. I could never bring myself to say “no” and if I did say “no”, suddenly I was getting a talking to.
Moving up at this particular library made everything so much worse. Now I was expected to do the exact same things because nobody but me would do them anymore, but I was also expected to blindly follow whatever management said. Even when I was the person operating most of our day-to-day and I knew what they asked wasn’t right. If I spoke up against it I was punished. If I stopped doing my work I was punished. I had been a hard-worker right into a no-win scenario. What made it worse was that my hard-work endeared other employees to me who my manager felt should be more endeared to her, despite the fact that I was frequently doing duties in her stead. She quickly grew to dislike me and began to try and undermine my work without offering other employees helpful alternatives and would become increasingly angry when they returned to my first suggestions. Now I was being targeted by my management team for being good at my job. This all came to a head when I found out that my library was participating in illegal censorship and reported it to the proper channels. I knew this was the right thing to do, but I also knew that this on top of everything else would cost me my job.
As I said before, I loved my job with my entire heart. While my job had become a toxic workplace environment that I did end up reporting as well; I loved story time, talking with my co-workers, and helping out patrons. I had just finished reading an entire book series so that I could talk about it with a teenager who frequented the library. Losing all of this broke my heart. At the end of the month I was presented with paperwork which I knew was the beginning of my management driving me out and I resigned, heartbroken. I didn’t have the funds to do anything legal and I didn’t want to have to write on future applications that I had been fired. Months of anxiety quieted, but it was replaced by a new anxiety of what getting back out there would look like.
“Everything Right” in the Job Market:
I was warned a little bit about what having a Master’s in this job market would look like. It would be difficult to get hired for entry level positions because people aren’t looking for people with Master’s Degrees. If you are considering getting a Master’s Degree, you NEED to know this. Some employers will see a grad degree and will immediately feel that this person will have to be payed more and will be more resistant to training. And so, they will look for someone who has less experience than you do. So, good luck trying to find an entry level position. “But what about your three years of experience?” I hear you ask. “Surely that must have gotten your foot in the door somewhere!” I wish. This was my exact thought when I resigned. So far, it hasn’t meant much of anything. I’ve gotten nothing. Places that I thought would reach out to me because I had experience have remained silent. I thought I would be ok because I had a Master’s degree and experience. I thought that it would maybe take a couple months and then I’d get right back in there. But as the months have gone on, I’ve felt more hopeless. I’m aware that the gap between my last employment and now is only getting wider and that this gap doesn’t look good on a resume. I’ve applied to hundreds of jobs and have only gotten a couple of interviews. That’s just what the job market is now; but in my despair I’ve wondered what the point of my Masters’ was and even what the point of my loyalty to academics was. What was the point of doing “everything right”, when it got me nothing?
What is “everything right”?:
I don’t know anymore. I used to think it was perfect grades, a grad degree, years of experience, and not saying “no” to your employer. I used to think that it was living your life in a way where you couldn’t possibly let anyone down. But now I’m here. I never thought that what I should have been worrying about this whole time was the society I was so desperately trying to fit myself into the confines of, letting me down anyways after I followed all the rules. I love my Master’s degree. There was a point in time as a kid where I dreamed of having one and I’m so proud of myself for having it. I’m kind of bad about celebrating my accomplishments and I’m trying to get better about that. There’s always a voice in the back of my head telling me that my accomplishments are just things that I should have accomplished anyways with the standards I had set for myself and that there’s no reason to celebrate. But my Master’s I’m proud of. In my darkest moments though, I still struggle to see a point despite the fact that I loved my education. But my view of what is the right thing is different now.
While I think it’s important to listen to advice from people close to you, it’s so much more important to listen to yourself. You can’t please everyone and trying to play by the rules of a society that’s only ever served incredibly rich cis white men doesn’t get you much. But don’t give up anyways. If something inside of you is telling you to get that education; please go for it! But don’t do it for a job. As cheesy as it sounds, if you don’t do it for you it will have been worthless. Right now I don’t know if I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I’ve come to accept that everyone experiences this in their twenties. Keep looking for that hope, even if you don’t see it. And don’t spend your life ascribing to something that was never built for you. I’m not saying to throw everything to the wind and never make a practical decision ever again; but I am telling you to trust your instincts and that sometimes you’ve got to do whatever the best thing for yourself is. Even if that disappoints other people. Especially if it disappoints that voice in your head that’s been setting perfectionistic standards for you your whole life. If no one else is there to remind you of this, let me be the first one. You are a person and you are so much more valuable than your career. Let’s all work on that self talk together, huh?
See you across the pond!
Sincerely, Annie








