So, tomorrow I turn 29 and I suddenly feel very old. It seems like most of my friends have a dozen kids by now and are all settled into routines. While I'm definitely okay with having less than my alloted 13 kids right this second, I'm definitely not settled into a routine. Hell, I'm still going to school. So basically, I have no kids, no job, and I'm pushing 30. Omigosh. I'm almost 30. I thought that by 30, life would be routine and I'd settle into the comfortability (and quite possibly boringness) of a routine, predictable life.
And as for predictability, my life ain't. For a planner like myself, I hate not being able to answer the question, "So, where are you going to be next year?" I fly to Montreal next weekend for a conference and first-round interviews for the academic market, but even that's not a guarantee. The market is very tight this year: 60-70 positions worldwide and 9 Ph.D.s are coming out of my school alone. I will say that I have a few things working for me: Arizona's MIS program is top 5, I'm a girl, and thanks to my marriage, I appear magically Hispanic on paper. Still... I'm hoping I can do well next week, secure some solid fly-outs, and then have options. We'll see.
(For those of you wondering, I have applied to positions in the western US, Texas, Florida, D.C., and Canada. I'd list my favorites, but that's a definite jinx, though I will say my mom is holding her breath for the University of Utah and UNLV.)
I'll also warn you now that I'll probably start blogging less (if you hadn't already noticed). I have a dissertation to finish by summer and job interviews to prep for. I'll try, though, and I love reading your blogs when I take a break.
