// March 3rd, 2009 // 9 Comments » // Blog
This rantish piece was originally intended as an email response. I then realized that I was ‘blogging’ at the recipient. Blog rants belong on blog posts. Hence my decision to paste it below for public viewing:
Well, if I was happy to stay in research, I wouldn’t have a problem finding a job either, Allahu ‘alam.
It’s because I cannot tolerate that claustrophobic, isolating environment any longer, that I decided to look elsewhere for employment.
Unfortunately, I am quite clueless as to what I should concentrate on in the long term. I have to factor in the remote possibility of future wifely and motherly duties, which realistically, precludes the pursuit of any career that demands a great deal of my time and energy. This is not helped by the dearth of part-time jobs in my sector (the ones I find are either managerial roles for which I am underqualified, or technician jobs for which I am overqualified).
Add to that the fact that this is the first time I am job seeking as an “obvious” Muslimah (i.e., avec hijab), which does actually put some employers off.
Then there is the debate about whether Muslim women should be in the Western workplace at all. Yes, I do think about such things, and definitely don’t miss the regular angst of ‘handshaking’ incidents, and having to constantly reign in my blabber-mouth personality in front of the opposite gender, all of whom so far have been non-Muslim, and thus don’t usually understand the internal conflict that their “friendly” behaviour (and even antagonistic behaviour, at times) can pose for me.
I know I’m not the only one going through this. But my point is that I’d like people to cut me some slack.
Alhamdulillah, I am not in debt. I live at home with parents who can afford to house me. Indeed, if it wasn’t for the pressure that they’re placing on me, I wouldn’t even bother looking for a conventional job. I am happy to tell friends and strangers that I am officially unemployed, but spend my time on other important pursuits – leaving the exact details vague, so as not to show off.
In fact, the only two things that I miss from my eleven years of working are:
- A regular, stable source of income. I am useless at budgeting. Therefore, when I try to save money, it usually ends up that I don’t spend any money, whatsoever. Miserliness sucks, and so I do need something coming in to avoid that extreme. Plus, I hate scrounging off my dad.
- A regular, stable source of human company. My personal tradition has been to make friends through school, university, or work, usually because that is where I have spent most of my life. Recent exceptions have been some sisters that I met through local classes, such as self-defense and Islamic studies. But they work/study full-time, which means Mon-Friday, I am friendless, bar the odd evening meet-up.
Yes, it’s a little embarrassing that a woman with three degrees, and the title “Dr” before her name should be unemployed, and more than that, is now facing a problem that most people sorted out in their late-teens/early 20s: the question of “What should I do with my life?”.
However, the embarrassment factor is relative. People make me feel ashamed, by inferring that I have something to be ashamed off.
Did I purposely pick the wrong career path, so I’d end up in this position? Err, no…
Could I have thought about it more before deciding to pursue a PhD? Err, maybe? Allah knows best. Hindsight is 20/20, after all.
I am not looking for anyone’s sympathy. More like: I want to be left alone. Unless you have a real job to offer me; then hey, I am all ears! Other than that, general concern is welcome, but making me feel small, and a bit useless, is not. Maybe I am being overly sensitive, but there you go.
