End of Line
Wow, it's been almost a month since I last posted here. I'm sure whoever's reading this blog has really missed hearing from me *cackle-choke*
I'm nearing endgame with the life I've known since 1993, when I first moved to Chicago. I absolutely must land some kind of full-time job within the next two months, or I'll have to leave my beloved Chicago.
It's very upsetting to me, because I've had so many close-but-no-cigar moments in my job searching over the past 2.75 years. I never realized just how powerful ageism is as a barrier to employment. Nobody cops to it, but it's there.
Without that in place, I'd have landed 10 jobs in the past couple of years.
On top of that, the general collapse of the publishing world and the country itself has me teetering in a liminal nightmare stew. You think it's bad being in a failing democracy? Try being unemployed in one with the last scraps of your money slowly evaporating with zero job prospects in sight. It sucks.
What's killing me is that even temp recruiters are coming up empty. WTF? And I know tons of people are out of work and floundering now; I just had a 2.75-year head start on them, so I'm at the height of my peril right as all of them are stampeding. Lordy -- it's like the running of the bulls, where I'm a ways down the street, breathless from running, only to hear the bulls racing hard for me.
Anyway, back to job-hunting and hoping some of my many, many books find audiences (with the knowledge that I can only very meagerly market them).
I'm nearing endgame with the life I've known since 1993, when I first moved to Chicago. I absolutely must land some kind of full-time job within the next two months, or I'll have to leave my beloved Chicago.
It's very upsetting to me, because I've had so many close-but-no-cigar moments in my job searching over the past 2.75 years. I never realized just how powerful ageism is as a barrier to employment. Nobody cops to it, but it's there.
Without that in place, I'd have landed 10 jobs in the past couple of years.
On top of that, the general collapse of the publishing world and the country itself has me teetering in a liminal nightmare stew. You think it's bad being in a failing democracy? Try being unemployed in one with the last scraps of your money slowly evaporating with zero job prospects in sight. It sucks.
What's killing me is that even temp recruiters are coming up empty. WTF? And I know tons of people are out of work and floundering now; I just had a 2.75-year head start on them, so I'm at the height of my peril right as all of them are stampeding. Lordy -- it's like the running of the bulls, where I'm a ways down the street, breathless from running, only to hear the bulls racing hard for me.
Anyway, back to job-hunting and hoping some of my many, many books find audiences (with the knowledge that I can only very meagerly market them).
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