I have been out of work for almost 4 months. Ever since I walked out of my old job (toxic environment, overworked, underpaid, angry phone calls, you know the drill) I have been looking for work. Other than when Covid hit, the longest I have been out of work was a month, and that was by choice.
When I left that job, I tried and tried to get interviews. We are talking obscene numbers of applications. 5-10 a day. Every day. That was until our lease was up and I had to move back to my parents' house with my fiance. In the town I lived in, I could not get an interview. I was told I was over-qualified if I was spoken to at all. Sincerely, in 2.5 months, I was able to land 1 interview. The 2 weeks before I moved, I landed 2 that were in my town and would have been a daily commute of almost an hour.
I have heard back from 4 jobs today after finally feeling comfortable enough to start applying again this weekend.
I think I was blacklisted in my old town.
Now, I am here hoping that I can get the marijuana that is in my system out fast enough for a potential urinalysis at the end of the week. Even my coping mechanism is being used against me here (Indiana will be one of the last, or will never actively legalize marijuana).
Maybe they won't test for marijuana. Something tells me that they definitely will.
Fuck me I guess.