A solution, of the stopgap variety
I have a solution to my job concerns, of a sort. I've signed on to do 6 months of data entry as a temp job. It's downtown, $13.50/hr, and I've worked at the place before, which was pretty nice. The commute is easy, too. Lacking any better option, I've signed on. At the very least, I can pay off some old bills and catch up on the rent. Now I just need to squeak through the next week or two.
The problem is that it isn't a "real job": no benefits and no possibility for advancement, and it ends after 6 months. Now, I just don't know what to do with myself: find something here, go to another city or overseas, or something else.
I think one of the reasons I'm demoralized is that I feel like I have been fired for no apparent reason, regardless of job performance or loyalty. Back in May, I was told I would have 2 days of work per week, and I haven't had a single one yet. I was also told that things might resume as before in July, but I will be very surprised if that comes true. My only other real experience with a "real job" also ended with me getting canned for no good reason. This leads me to believe that "employment" and "security" seldom go together.
At Father's day dinner, my Dad told me that he'd accepted that, unlike my career-and-family brother, I was living an alternative life. I don't have any particular hankering for domesticity. I would like an end to financial insecurity, and if I could somehow make writing a part of that, that would be great.
The problem is that it isn't a "real job": no benefits and no possibility for advancement, and it ends after 6 months. Now, I just don't know what to do with myself: find something here, go to another city or overseas, or something else.
I think one of the reasons I'm demoralized is that I feel like I have been fired for no apparent reason, regardless of job performance or loyalty. Back in May, I was told I would have 2 days of work per week, and I haven't had a single one yet. I was also told that things might resume as before in July, but I will be very surprised if that comes true. My only other real experience with a "real job" also ended with me getting canned for no good reason. This leads me to believe that "employment" and "security" seldom go together.
At Father's day dinner, my Dad told me that he'd accepted that, unlike my career-and-family brother, I was living an alternative life. I don't have any particular hankering for domesticity. I would like an end to financial insecurity, and if I could somehow make writing a part of that, that would be great.