Let’s face it, readers, of whom there are none! I am a loser. I must be. After all, I haven’t found a job after nine months…9 fucking months of searching! I have applied for any thing, every thing that I could do and there has always been “some other applicant” with “more experience” than I. I don’t know what to do. I am at the end of my savings and at the end of my proverbial rope. I have no other options and from February on, I am, shall we say, “at risk.” It’s not easy being on the edge, being on that slippery slope. I watched a DVD last night, NORA PRENTISS, that summed it up perfectly in that there is a character who has no family and no friends and he’s living in San Francisco and has no one who cares about him. Wow, did that hit home. What are the options? I will be homeless. That is the only option. What does it mean to be homeless? It means little opportunity for advancement and very likely no opportunity for a job. Hunger? Rape? Being murdered? Bone chilling nights? Yea, that’s my future, all because I don’t have the experience in year numbers that some minimum wage job requires. Am I bitter…hell yes I am! I could run circles around almost any wage slave applicant, yet my initial resume is a negative in prospective employers’ eyes. Have they called or contacted my references? No, they haven’t even bothered, which makes me even more upset because if they had, I would have been hired, no doubt. Ooh, am I angry? Yes, I am. I had been hoping for a job, any job, by the end of the month, yet it is obvious that it is not going to happen. Right now I am pissed off. Tomorrow, I might be of a different mind. Frustrating? Yes, it is. I am tired, exhausted, tired of the job search and of barely getting by. Sure, I am not suffering as others are, but I soon will be, and that frightens me. I do not want to be frightened.
Tags: At risk, looking for work, no money, San Francisco, Unemployed
