No. I’m not. But I play one in the job market. I didn’t get a job that I really wanted.
I’ve been looking for a job for over a month now. I’ve lost track of how many jobs I’ve applied for. I was driving the taxi, but I didn’t feel safe (drunk, belligerent, physically violent riders and creeps in the middle of nowhere) and the pay was terrible. 12-hour shifts and I would only bring home about $50-ish. Granted, I was on-call, so I wasn’t running the whole time. But when they call, you have to go. So it’s not like I was doing much else when I was on.
Sometimes, I would sit down to relax and do something else for a few minutes and boop-boop-boop, I’d get a call. No biggie. Most of the customers were super nice and good tippers. But I was making less than $5/hour.
I started thinking, “I could work a 4-hour shift at McDonald’s, 5 days a week and bring home more than I’m making now. Customers got weird after a certain time of the day and I cut my finger on the jenky driver door handle. The hours were killing me, health-wise, and it was causing conflict in our family. Gassing up in a downpour and standing ankle-deep in a water puddle solidified the sucky-ness of the job and I called to tell the guy, “I’m done. It doesn’t make any sense.”
He understood. But now? I’m jobless.
I have to make this work. For my family. I need a job.
I applied for this awesome graphic designer job at a local college and they called today to say I didn’t get it. Oh well. But dang! I gave a great interview. One of the best I’ve ever given. It just wasn’t meant to be, I guess.
If something doesn’t happen soon? Mickey D’s it is. Until I can get something real. I don’t want to do that, but I have to make rent. I even applied to the local movie theater. They haven’t called. There’s no other option. We can’t go home. We’ve sold everything of value. We have to have a car and shelter.
Thank God, Guy has his security job. Without it, we’d be headed back home to live in someone’s basement.
I love writing, but it doesn’t pay the bills. I’ve even tried to find freelance jobs at online writing hubs. No luck. I’ve tried freelance graphic design in the same context.
Not sure why, but I’m just not finding anything. They said I had an impressive portfolio (the woman in the interview raved about my tagline, yes, I came up with it, on my Opengarden Restaurant billboard “If the ingredients on your plate were any fresher, they’d still be growing!”–she said, twice, “I LOVE that.”) , but they went with someone else. Huh?
I have two options next week. I hope something works.
I haven’t lost heart yet, but it doesn’t seem great. I’ve been here before and the good news? I’m still here. Chin up, Maggio. Someone wants you.
I just don’t know who that is yet! 🙂