Sure, sure, when one door closes, another door opens. We all know that adage. But, based on personal experience, let’s add this bit…keep track of the doors.
What does that mean, exactly? Oh, I’ll speed you up.
I was in grad school, and the first semester was great. I plugged along, doing my thing, and then there was this moment I felt something “click” when figuring out a math equation for statistics. It was definitely an “aha” moment.
But, by the second semester, I realized something was missing: “I need a job!”
With that said, I reached out to the Chicago Cultural Alliance, asking if it would be possible for me to intern on their behalf. I swung by their office, located in the Irish Heritage Museum, for a chat.
All went well. I was invited to join them in their efforts, right there on the spot. I was thrilled, and when leaving, went out the first door I saw. One would think, any door would work, but, nope.
I found myself in a chain-link fenced-in black top. And when I turned around, the door didn’t have a handle on it. There were FIVE DOORS and none of them had handles. You could exit through the door, but there was no way to open it from the outside.
At first glance, you’d think it was a parking lot, but to backtrack, the Irish Heritage Museum was formerly a school. So, I was standing in the play yard. If you need a mental picture of the building, think of Hogwarts. Maybe not that glorious… but, it definitely has that towering feel.
I looked left. Looked right. Trying to figure a way out. There were two gated doors, chained together. I eyeballed it, like, “I think my body can’t get through, but I’m not sure about my head.” Actually, I did shimmy my body through and then thought, “Not sure about my head.”
I wasn’t going to chance it.
There was only one way out. And, it was: over.
Oh, and did I mention it was winter? But, there was a dry patch in one spot. I took off my heels. And tossed them over. Same with my purse. I should have taken my coat off, but, I didn’t have the foresight. And, again, it was winter.
I climbed up the fence, in my dress and overcoat, and looped one leg over. Not so bad. But, with no shoes on, and pulling myself over, the chain definitely pressed into my foot.
I did that little pull away, leap over, kind of closed my eyes hoping for the best… and, of course, the collar of my coat got stuck. I wasn’t there long, but long enough, hooked on the fence. Dangling. It was easy enough to get out, freed my arms and dropped to the ground. All two inches.
This happened in a matter of minutes… and, the crazy thing is, I was like, “I can’t wait to put this on Facebook!” When you’re in grad school, social media may be your only communication with the “outside world.”
Which did indeed result in this:
: I just interviewed for an internship. I got it! I’m psyched. But, when I left the building I went out the wrong exit….
And, talking to people online can sometimes be helpful. One person asked why I didn’t call the office and ask them to let me in. Well, that’s an easy enough answer: “I didn’t want them to know I locked myself out!”
My bff from growing up, who I am still friends with, doesn’t normally engage on Facebook in the comments section, but she chimed in: “I wonder if they looked out the window and saw the new girl hanging from the fence!”
Fair enough. Good point. This will not happen again, but if it does, I’ll phone-a-friend.
Sure, I was in grad school, which is a socially acceptable form of unemployment, but, getting a job is getting a job — and it takes a lot of effort and, sometimes, the wind out of you. It can be really discouraging when things just aren’t working out.
It might take a minute to step away from the sitch, and then, looking back, it’s like, that was not-so-funemployment, but some unique moments did come out of that gap… like, the time I landed myself on a gameshow, when looking for a job in TV.
If you’re so inclined, you can read about that story here.
We’re getting there guys — one story at a time.