This is not a rant

I am not ranting, I am venting.  Nothing following this is a statement made in anger.  I just want to let you know that.

Today has been a slow day in the office where I am working.  So, of course, we are talking in the office area.  I tell a funny story from living in England.  I was not even thinking about explaining why I lived in England.  Of course, that is the next question asked.

Coworker: Why did you live in England?
Me: um, I was going to school to get my masters degree.
Coworker:  Really!  What in?
Me: Radio Production
Coworker:  So why are you not working in that?

I hate that question.  It is an honest question to ask.  I cannot fault them for it at all.  I smile and explain that when the economy hit the rough patch everything consolidated.  There are truly not that many radio positions in this region.  They smile and the conversation moves on.  Me, I am left wondering what is wrong with me.  Where did I fail, did I miss a simple step somewhere?  No, I don't tell them about the years of applying to every station east of the Mississippi, nor do I tell them I have interviewed with every radio group in town.

I don't know where I made my mistake.  I wish I did, I would fix it but....