Your comment is interesting, Archerchef, because I was told the opposite by a member of my dissertation committee who recently won a national book award for her work. She said that the doctorate, the fellowship I held while earning it, and my current publication record is the same as what she had when she landed her first good job. At the moment, if my physical health weren't in a somewhat delicate state, I could be in another state holding a tenure-track job. I was offered two while I was laboring under the illusion that I could work at the degree mill at which my husband wanted to see me debase myself. But I have been assured that if I am willing to relocate, I can certainly have a job that pays a living wage and is appropriate to my degree.
I'm not sure if you're aware of the differences between fields in the humanities that are saturated and those that are not. I agree that a doctorate in some areas is about as useful as a satchel of scorpions, but my field is not only rare but necessary for LER requirements for universities that receive federal funding. I'm far more concerned about my health than about my ability to find a job commensurate with my degree.
The issues I had with my last corporate "job" had nothing to do with any matter of procedure or performance on my part. I was treated miserably by toxic people who believed they could experience the rare pleasure of browbeating someone they could never, ever compete with on any level (in the corporate race or the climb up the Ivory Tower, if you will). If I had applied for the job on my own and my association with my husband had been unknown to the people who behaved wretchedly, the outcome would have been far different because the culpable people would have believed they would have to answer to their superiors the same way they would if they were dealing with any other employee under their supervision. However, these two obese witches with no magical powers believed that because they were buddies with my husband, they could get away with harassing me, because what could I do if my husband told me to put up with their abuse? They assumed I simply *had* to obey my husband, even if I were told to put up with irrational commands. I wouldn't expect a dog to consent to being beaten.
The comments on record in regard to my actual job performance (as opposed to how I tolerated inappropriate behavior on the part of people who were entrusted with the responsibility of supervising others, of all things) are as follows: The students under my supervision had literally nothing but glowing comments about me at the end of my "classes." I was screamed at (literally, spittle hit my face) by the ugly mouth who apparently failed to get positive feedback from her students, because she spent all her time browbeating them instead of attempting to impart constructive information. I was, according to this woman, at fault for "making her look bad," because my students chose to write nice things about me. They were grateful that I went out of my way to help them. I didn't think I did anything unusual, and, most importantly, I had been given absolutely no perimeters as to how much help I should offer the students. Therefore, I did my best for them, short of actually writing their papers for them. Neither fat woman was able to fault my actual job performance, so they projected all this paranoid stuff onto me: I was "overworking" on purpose to make them look bad. Before I was assaulted with this accusation, I had been a little afraid I hadn't been doing enough because the work was so easy. So you see, none of this had anything to do with actual work. I realize this factoid may be difficult for those who would rather blame the attractive young woman who has refused to push out a fresh loaf, than the real cause of such a person's problem in one situation. I had no strife among any of the real teaching jobs I had, at real universities, for over over a dozen years and nothing but positive reviews from the students.
However, your apparently generous offer is touching, if you will allow my corniness. Frankly, if you are aware of any positions that may be open in any large corporations, which are looking for someone who is highly computer literate, has administrative experience and has a long work record that spans many job contexts (not to mention verbal skills that even the fat women at the degree mill complimented from between their painfully gritting teeth), please email me with contact information for the appropriate individuals or their hiring departments. I joined something of a job list serve, to see what my degree could get me. I didn't even do a cover letter for my CV--I merely applied online for several various positions (the one that paid the least offered 55K at the start), and uploaded my CV. Based on the information on my CV alone, and a few words I typed when I applied online for the jobs in question, my inbox was swarmed less than two hours later by ten people who wanted to "discuss my CV" right away and to determine if the salary they could give me would be suitable.
If I were to take the corporate jobs in the area where I currently live, getting away from my husband would be less of a shock--less of a change. I would quietly save my money and buy or rent something close to my place of employment. But if I stay in academia, I will have to move across the country to take the sort of job I need. I would be uprooting myself from my house, where I've lived for seven years now, not to mention my husband's nice supportive family, in order to get away from my husband. I've gone through enough trauma already. I deserve to make this next phase of my life as peaceful and productive as possible, which is why I've considered a corporate job.
From what I've read, in the job descriptions of the corporations I've looked into so far, it seems I'm not the only one who's concerned about decent working conditions. Five out of eight places that look like a fine bet for a job guarantee a "harassment free working environment for everyone, regardless of race, sex, gender, creed or nationality (etc)," and promise "on the job supervision for everyone, including supervisors." And one was a big, acclaimed company that got an honorable mention in Forbes, so the problem I've noticed seems pretty widespread: Corporate heads are getting sick of people who aren't qualified for their positions and are taking their own insecurity, born of their consciousness of their incompetence, out on the people they think they have power over and who can't fight back.
One of the reasons why my husband's good buddies were really motivated to harass me enough for me to quit was, as one of them screamed in my face in public, that I made everyone else look bad and increased performance expectations on the part of the higher ups. Apparently, the higher ups wanted the sort of performance I gave, instead of the illiterate replies these idiots gave the poor students. And these lazy pigs had quite a dilemma, because they couldn't fire me--one of the higher ups saw what my students said about me, and read some of my student feedback, and raved about me, so they had to be really careful about how they got rid of me. It would have been funny if those people weren't so sickening. I finally quit and listed bigotry and sexual harassment as my reasons for doing so. Since no company explicitly requires any employee to tolerate outright verbal abuse, public humiliation and sex based harassment, I don't think my problem with my husband's dream company will be the case anywhere else--especially not somewhere that's on the map, as it were.
According to Forbes, one of the places that really wants me is one of the best places to work in the country, according to its employees. I talked to a lovely gentleman who very much wants to interview me in person, today, on the phone. I explained that I enjoy hard work and I take great pride in my job performance. I decided that honesty was the best policy and told him that I was concerned about a lack of higher management participation in the command structures of the individual departments, and that because of this some middle management personnel feel free to browbeat and abuse other people, when they think they can get away with it. This man agreed with me wholeheartedly and emphatically assured me that if I would take the job he said my so-called *Ivy Tower* degree makes me perfect for, he would keep his office door open to me, whatever my comments or suggestions may be. Granted, this great guy, who may be my next boss, probably listens to all his employees, regardless of rank, but I believed him when he promised me that I would not be harassed and abused for doing the best work that I could, regardless if some others had to make more of an effort because I *gasp* raised the standard, so to speak. So far, I like the actual corporate job world--the part that involves work, not listening to the personal ego problems of an obese illiterate who can't get a date and has decided to blame attractive younger women for going bald and overeating. I did not shave her head or stuff food in her mouth. Force feeding had nothing to do with my job expectations, and I refused to be blamed for what I did not do (seriously, I wouldn't have if it had been part of the job--I have to find a photo of this woman somewhere. If you saw her, it would be too funny. You sort of have to see her to understand.). It would really be too depressing if we decided to condemn ourselves to thinking that the corporate world can be wholly represented by two steroidal, middle aged women who are angry that they can't get men to sleep with them. And guess what? Who can or does sleep with whom is not something I should have to be bothered within a professional environment, as the wonderful gentle person I spoke to at length on the phone was happy to tell me.
So, I'm not exactly filled with anxiety about earning a living. I'm just really upset about the fact that I have to leave my husband. He's made it impossible for me to live with him. At first I thought maybe he wanted out of things, so I asked his mother if this was the case. I said I would rather know one way or the other. His mother said definitely not and all he could talk about was how to keep me, so I then asked his brother. His brother agreed with his mother, and unfortunately told him that I asked. He cooed with almost unbearable condescension that I'm all he wants in his life, blah blah blah. He isn't an idiot--although you may be correct that some doctorates in some fields of the humanities may indeed be worthless pieces of paper. My husband has one and look at him: He seems to think that he can declare he knows not what he did to hurt me, by giving some witches carte blanche to burn off their self-hate on me in a work situation.