An Anniversary, as it were…

EDIT: I actually wrote this last Friday (before I thought about the Godly Men series) and had it waiting in the can until the actual anniversary. Thus the “get back into blogging” introduction. Just to clarify…

Well, I have decided to get back into blogging more. It seems it comes in spells for me. Sometimes, I find it comes naturally. Sometimes, I have a lot to share, but find it is not exactly for public consumption. And more times still, I just get distracted and just don’t sit down and write.

Over the summer, I have not written much of anything except résumé revisions, cover letters, and supplemental questions for job applications. I guess that is one way graduate school did prepare me. If you have been writing a 70-page thesis, a twenty-page application packet does not seem quite so daunting, except when it is your 100th twenty page application packet.

Today marks the 1-year anniversary of my job search. My first professional application for my life post-grad school was for the position Assistant Director of the Elections Division of the Office of the Georgia Secretary of State. (Cool title, huh?) I thought I was doing it right. I started applying in November before I graduated in May. I thought I had plenty of time to walk across the stage to Pomp and Circumstance on Friday night, and show up for my first day of work the following Monday. Well, it did not quite work out that way…

I have made 105 applications since then, and have read probably ten times that number of job announcements. I have applied to DHS, DOL, DOJ, IRS, SSA, and DVA on the federal level. I have applied to CSH, DCA, DCH, DHS, DJJ, DOL, DOR, GBI, DAS, GWCC, OPB, SAO, and BOR on the state level. Throw in higher education jobs, and city and county jobs, and it really does become alphabet soup. I have applied for jobs in Alabama, Georgia, Kentucky, and Virginia. For my efforts, I have been rewarded with three in-person interviews and two phone interviews. One interview led to an adjunct teaching job, one I honestly feel was on its way to an offer when the higher-ups pulled the plug on the posting.

I guess such is the joy of graduating into this economy. I know I am not the only one caught in the no-man’s-land of a graduate degree with limited experience. For jobs requiring a 2 or 4 year degree (and typically no experience), I’m overqualified. For jobs requiring a master’s degree, I am being beaten out by people who have been in the field for decades, or by someone with a doctorate.

I am the type of person that needs a goal. I take joy in doing the impossible. I just never imagined the impossible goal would be finding a goal. I do not know what God is trying to teach me through all of this, but I sure hope I learn it quickly. I am quite honestly ready to get on with my life. I spent 12 years in grade school, a year and a half in tech school, 2 years for an associate’s, 2 more got me a bachelor’s, then 2 years for master’s. It’s time for me to be able to put that education to use. There is so much to be done, and I am tired of watching from the sidelines.

Knowledge vs. Ignorance

The reason why I can’t really get into, but a question has been cycling through my mind in recent days. Is it better to know what’s going on, behind the curtain so to speak, or to remain blissfully oblivious? My education teaches me that there is an underlying order to everything, and that order can be known an understood. But, the question remains if that order SHOULD be understood (or known, if you will).

The fusion and fission of an atom is what provides us with light and warmth. But that same process, when known and understood was converted into the most powerful weapon of destruction ever known. Birds have been flying since the dawn of creation. Humans captured that power and now have a delivery system both for themselves, humanitarian aid, and yes, those same atomic and nuclear weapons.

So, the question remains. Would life be better if there was some information we didn’t know. Is the world any better off now that we know how to destroy it? Would information that could destroy a family be better left unsaid?

My entire life, people have told me things. Most of the time, there is something so unmentionable, something they can’t bring themselves to say. This one will tell me one side. Another individual will tell me the other side. All too often, I just wish I had a flash gun that would let me erase memories like something out of Men in Black.

Other times, my gut (no, I’m not Gibbs, not even close) tells me things. My mind just puts weird things together in a quite odd manner. It’s weird; while I don’t “know” something, it just doesn’t surprise me when I find out, often months later.

The problem is when I find out something I’m not supposed to know. Every now and then, one piece falls in place that enables me to put the puzzle together before anyone wants me to know the full picture. I’m not supposed to know what I know, so I can’t talk to any one about it.

This is what bothers me. I can’t do anything with the information. I’ve spent the last five years being pounded with the fact that all information is to be desired and to always work for more and MORE information. But I can’t help but think that there are some things I would just rather not know.

Ok, theory friends of mine. Eat your heart out. Help your empiricist buddy sort through this one. Is knowledge always preferable to ignorance? Or is one of the assumptions of the Western Analytical Tradition false?