It's officially been a year without work for me. You know, I'm beginning to think that employers are more anti-work than us because they sure as fuck don't want to hire me.
Someone tell me the secret passcode to chant at some Karen from HR to land the job. I will fucking pay you once I get my first paycheck. Job boards are the lottery. I lied up the ass on my resume, nothing. I actually have relevant experience, don't care. I even have one of those worthless pieces of paper(s) you got as a young adult, so?
Temp agencies don't have dick, either. I even said I was non-binary, have Xe pronouns or whatever, thinking they would take me in as a DEI hire. It doesn't work.
Dead serious (excuse the pun): Do I just die? I'm a couple days away from living in my car. Unemployment benefits dried up months ago. I never thought I would be dirt poor. No rap sheet. No substance abuse probs. Notta.
I fucking hate this country. It's a mere piece of real estate. Feudalism redux. Now go debate on whether you should vote for a felon or the incumbent with early-onset dementia. That's how much of a joke this country is nowadays.
Thousands of applications submitted and nothing to show for it. I am not panicking but just now waiting for the sweet release of my existence coming to an end. Even a shitty job would still render me to live in a car and not even at a flophouse.