“Serving joy at my two tables.”
“I’m exhausted! Lord, make a way.”
This has been my nighttime mantra for several weeks since my unemployment ran out.
First off, let me say—never did I imagine that after almost a year and hundreds of applications and sent resumes, I would still not have a damn job. I’d been applying for corporate positions in the same data field I’d worked in previously, but it just wasn’t working out. So, I decided maybe I needed to take anything I could get in the meantime, just to pay some bills.
I applied to a very niche grocery store in NYC, the kind with overly happy employees (if you know, you know). I figured, with my credentials and work history, it was guaranteed.
Wrong.
You know when you laugh just to keep from crying? Yeah—that was me. I was becoming hysterical. I needed money, and I needed it quick. So, like many other New Yorkers, I went back to the basics.
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