I’m approaching a year of job searching, and it hurts. I’m very good at what I do — teach, research, write, lead worship and preach — but I’m old, I’m not a partisan darling, not especially good-looking, and because of my career path I’m not an obvious REF candidate (I’d dispute that, based on the last couple of cycles, but the complex mechanisms of self-monitoring weighed against me).
A half dozen original books, another pile of edited books and translations, pages of peer-reviewed articles, recognised as a commendable teacher — unemployable.
I’ll keep applying — what else might I do? — but for the time being, it’s a hard message.
On the other hand, this is extra hard for Margaret, of which I haven’t taken enough account. For her sake I have to keep my spirits higher, have to communicate more and in a more positive key my sense of what’s going on, have to redouble my efforts to find a position.