Amazing amounts of stress this week on the job front. Long story short, had agreed to return to my old job on a short-term basis to the tune of 18 hours a week. Got there on Monday to be told that, nope! 12 hours a week instead! .....which was not only pathetic, but also would mean that I was cut off from unemployment while looking for a second job and would be losing about $50 a week.
I think things are settled for the moment, managed to get the 18 hours. But the time frame has been shortened so it runs out on December 20th, instead of extending into January. I've been incredibly depressed overall on the job front, because I haven't had ONE. SINGLE. peep about the dozens of applications I have submitted. I'm very seriously considering abandoning all attempts to move into a salaried, full-time position with benefits......and just accepting the reality of dead-end, minimum wage jobs. It feels pretty shitty to have gotten so close, only for everything to fall out from under me. It was nice while it lasted, but as tough as the job market is and as crappy as I look on paper, I sincerely doubt anyone outside of the burger-flipping world will give me a second glance.
I'm nearly 30 years old, with almost no work history and spotty college education. To be honest, I've got no one but myself to blame for how much of a wreck my life is and how limited my options are now. Dunno what I'm going to do in a month, if nothing happens on the job front. Barely covering my bills as is, no extra to go back to school. No credit to borrow, and soon to be completely unemployed again. Kind of wondering why I bother getting out of bed sometimes.
TLDR: WOE IS ME, I guess.