Death to Quality

So, at what point can I legitimately panic about not having a job yet? I graduated Friday - is now too soon? Too late? Was my panic in April spot-on? Should I concentrate on job-panic and not on the appropriateness on said job-panic?

So I graduated.

It's all official: the President of the University, the Dean of the College of Arts & Sciences, and the Dean of the English Department are all very certain that I am indeed fully qualified and very ready to be out facing the Real World of which I've heard so many tales. I am not fully convinced, but that doesn't seem to matter much in the great scheme of things.

Thus, here I am - updating after a long, long break - frantically applying to jobs and hoping that somewhere along the line quantity really does matter and eventually people will get tired of seeing my name and hire me somewhere just to get me out of the job hunting sphere. I can see that glorious moment in my mind:

"Sir, sir. I've another application. It's that Sunny person again."
"Good God, not another one. Look, is there something, anything we can stick her in? I'm going to have a seizure if I have to read her resume one more time."
"Well... there's this. It's a position where...."
"Great, whatever. Give it to her. And shred that resume when you're done. Then burn it. Then douse the ashes in Holy Water and bury them in another country. I swear they resurrect themselves and multiply when no one is looking."
"Um... yes, sir."

That, my friends, is how I will get a job. Is it noble? No. Is it dignified? No. Is it any reflection upon my abilities or qualifications? No. Until someone tells me how to find a job any other way, however, I am going to be out in the Real World - annoying for my livelihood.

Wish me luck!