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Well I got a job I guess.
4 months ago
I had an interview today for a job that I was pretty sure I would turn down if they decided to offer it to me. The main reason was that online sources indicated that it paid about $17.50/hr, which is just over half of what I was making. Turns out they offered me quite a bit more than that. Still not nearly the $32.20 of my last job, but I wasn't holding my breath for that much.
Yet, even after securing a job, my anxiety isn't any better. In some ways, it's gotten worse. The pay still isn't what I wanted, the work is much more physical than my previous job, the shift sucks ass (10:00pm - 6:30am), and there's less potential for advancement than at my last job. I had to settle pretty hard.
Why did I take a job that I really don't want? No choice, honestly. In the past 5 weeks of throwing out applications far and wide within a 50 mile radius of my house, this is the only place that called me back. Not a single other application got a response, much less an interview. Unemployment is still "reviewing" my case too, so I have no income to speak of. I was afraid another opportunity might not come along for a long while.
The current administration has fired thousands of government scientists, almost all of whom have more experience and better credentials than me. Meanwhile, we're heading straight into a recession, and the available pool of jobs is drying up. Between the heightened competition and the reduced market, I really didn't see much chance of landing what I would consider a "decent" job any time in the near future.
Add into that the fact that I have $85k in student loans to pay off and the Trump administration has all but threatened to come harvest your organs to settle your debt, and what other choice did I have? I could have held out and kept looking, but that would have imploded next time rent was due. Then I'd be begging for money from my mother, who's also unemployed and trying to get disability, or my grandmother, who's turning 82 tomorrow and works part time for just over minimum wage. My only real hope is that eventually the job market improves and I can move on to something better.
So in summation, I took a shitty job with mediocre pay, terrible hours, and a lot of physical labor. It will annihilate my sleep schedule, destroy what small semblance of a social life I have, and cause me excruciating pain on a daily basis. Welcome to Trump's America. The dream becomes the nightmare.
Yet, even after securing a job, my anxiety isn't any better. In some ways, it's gotten worse. The pay still isn't what I wanted, the work is much more physical than my previous job, the shift sucks ass (10:00pm - 6:30am), and there's less potential for advancement than at my last job. I had to settle pretty hard.
Why did I take a job that I really don't want? No choice, honestly. In the past 5 weeks of throwing out applications far and wide within a 50 mile radius of my house, this is the only place that called me back. Not a single other application got a response, much less an interview. Unemployment is still "reviewing" my case too, so I have no income to speak of. I was afraid another opportunity might not come along for a long while.
The current administration has fired thousands of government scientists, almost all of whom have more experience and better credentials than me. Meanwhile, we're heading straight into a recession, and the available pool of jobs is drying up. Between the heightened competition and the reduced market, I really didn't see much chance of landing what I would consider a "decent" job any time in the near future.
Add into that the fact that I have $85k in student loans to pay off and the Trump administration has all but threatened to come harvest your organs to settle your debt, and what other choice did I have? I could have held out and kept looking, but that would have imploded next time rent was due. Then I'd be begging for money from my mother, who's also unemployed and trying to get disability, or my grandmother, who's turning 82 tomorrow and works part time for just over minimum wage. My only real hope is that eventually the job market improves and I can move on to something better.
So in summation, I took a shitty job with mediocre pay, terrible hours, and a lot of physical labor. It will annihilate my sleep schedule, destroy what small semblance of a social life I have, and cause me excruciating pain on a daily basis. Welcome to Trump's America. The dream becomes the nightmare.
The people who voted on party lines simply to stay within the party are putting party before country and are thusly part of a cult.
I am glad you found something and hopefully they will be as accommodating as they can.