Losing your job sucks. There’s no two ways around it. It’s a really shitty feeling to go into work one Wednesday, sit down at your desk, answer three emails and then be summarily dismissed. Regardless of whether you were fired or let go, it still stings. After you leave the office for the last time, carrying the contents of your cubicle in a box, you wander the streets, unsure of what to do with yourself. You are sure that every person you pass knows that you’re unlovable, unwanted by your former employer, worthless. This is not true. You were simply released from the shackles of one job and are now free to explore other avenues. This can be a time of excitement and change, if you choose. I have been unemployed an awful lot. The first time was a nightmare, the second time was a little better, and the third was long, but ultimately rewarding. I’ve learned some valuable lessons about the job search along the way. Keep reading »
My life three years ago is sometimes incomprehensible to me. Retrospectively, it’s so absurd that it’s hard to believe that the things that happened happened, or that I tolerated some of the things that happened, or that I actively participated in some of the things that happened.
Enough mystery. When Jessica’s article about the time her husband spent unemployed went live, I told her about my experiences on both sides of the unemployment-in-a-relationship fence. I spent three years with an unemployed (former) spouse, and then became unemployed myself last year, during the course of the relationship I’m in with my boyfriend now. Jessica recounted beautifully the anxiety of watching a partner she loves undergoing the stress of unemployment and job-searching. Keep reading »
Growing up, my parents were able to provide a stable middle-class upbringing for me, my three sisters and my brother. I can understand now how fortunate we were not to worry about hunger, housing, or medical bills. Although my Mom made a point to show us how privileged we were — I’m from Fairfield County, Connecticut, where the “wealth gap” between rich and poor is top in the nation — I lived securely inside a wealthy suburban bubble in the booming ’90s. As I graduated from high school, went to college and began my working life, I still managed to have financial security, even when the economy tanked in 2008. Some friends, recent college graduates like myself, lost their jobs or just plain could not get hired. But me, I still got to stay inside a safe little bubble.
Then I did something that probably didn’t make sense to some people, especially those from the background that I come from: I married someone who was unemployed. Keep reading »
With the economy in such a dismal state, mocking people with art degrees has practically become a national pastime. After all, it gives everyone else a way to feel smug as they melt into financial ruin at the ripe age of 23. “Sure, things are shitty,” they muse. “It’s true that I have to move back in with my parents and I hate my job at Best Buy, but at least I majored in finance and didn’t waste $80,000 on art school tuition.” (Pats back.)
Think again, bro. Your superiority is a built on a lie. A new study is making that very clear with results that show art degree holders actually do have jobs, and good ones at that. That’s right, the very basis of all the validation you’ve ever had in doing what you’re “supposed” to do is kind of just wrong. Just as the cliches go, it turns out that doing what you love in life really does allow you to thrive. Keep reading »
Reddit user alyak72 decided to forgo the traditional celebratory tone of most college graduation announcements and take the brutally honest route instead. I’m sure many of today’s college graduates feel the same way, but damn, those tears and the pleading for cash are a little intense. What would you do if you got this card in the mail? [Neatorama]
When I entered the ranks of the unemployed, I was full of optimism. How hard could it really be to get a job? I asked myself. I have a college degree. I’ve been gainfully employed since I graduated.
Answer? Very hard. I was out of work for over a year and reached a level of desperation usually reserved for meth addicts.
Here are a few of the lessons I learned while collecting government checks… Keep reading »