This, too, shall pass. Until then batten down the hatches.
So here's the deal. My mom worked at her job for 26 years before being laid off. She got 8 months notice but she fought moving across the country to the bitter end bc she liked where she lived. It's where he grew up. That town, however, is dying. It's going to be a ghost town and I think she's actually lucky to have gotten out when she did.
I have to add that at this job she was getting paid $10,000 less a year than someone just starting out bc she didnt have the "training". She learned it all through experience which all the training in the world couldn't help.
She moved to Alberta. Land of opportunity. :|
The jobs she's qualified for and applied for all have up to 100+ applicants. The jobs she's OVER qualified for won't give her a chance.
She finally got a job as a "personal assistant" to a realtor. A woman who has had 5 PAs in two years. My mom needed money SO BADLY but this person was so demeaning and condescending that my mom quit, hoping to find ANYTHING else.
No dice.
Finally, she enrolled in an upgrading program to teach her all the things she already knows but will now have a piece of paper to say that. The course is also supposed to have a 90%+ job placement rate. AND when she applied the people there said she was a shoe-in for funding from employment services.
Weeks passed. Months. Last week mom found out the meager employment benefits she was supposed to get after working since she was 18 wouldn't kick in until her course ends on December 22.
Today mom found out that she was denied funding from employment services. For having "too many assets". Know what that is?
The house in New Brunswick that's currently being rented for $300 a month but the insurance on it is $150 and she has to make minimum payment on the mortgage and sewer & whatever. The house that even if she COULD sell it (dying town, remember?) she would make only enough to pay it off.
So now she's applying for a student loan. She's got less than $500 left. period. She already took some money from her RRSPs to get by these past few months.
December we'll have a roof over our heads. We have food. I can swing us for a bit.
Christmas? What Christmas? I'm not upset, honestly, but what the fuck.
26 years of dedication to a company, even when the writing on the wall became blatantly obvious, to less than $500 and a pile of rejection notices.
Seriously, what the fuck?
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