~Working on Working~

The time has come...No matter how much anxiety I have, no matter how badly leaving my house makes my want to vomit, I have to work. I understand that being out of the work world for the past 3 years is not exactly a great candidate for a job-especially one in the career I am educated in-but I am willing to work at almost any place while I get my feet wet again. But what do I do when I've applied everywhere and have had NO luck?

Supposedly I am over-qualified for some jobs yet under-experienced for the ones I know and am educated in. Still, I am not setting my sights as high as I did back pre-agoraphobia. I would love to work at Yankeecandle.com  Wal-mart.com  Target.com or deliver pizza for Dominospizza.com  I am NOT picky at this point.  I need to just get into something to get moving.  I will take a job at a convenience store or an office. So what does a person do when they simply can't find a job? That's why I am here. If I can write at least I am doing something...And if I can link my writing to on line places...and you nice people click on them.... maybe I can earn some money. *She types as her face turns red and her pride hits the ground.* But soon enough I am going to have to either rob a bank  or work the corner. If anyone knows of a good bank or corner be sure to e-mail me. I have done neither but am willing to learn...Relocate if I have to. He he he... Of course there is always faking an injury and suing someone. Imagine, I visit someone, slip on their front walk and ...Voila $$$$ Money$$$$.Nah, I couldn't do that. Just writing it makes me feel bad. Sad that people do just that to make an easy living. Sad that good people are thinking about having to do that just to pay their rent.

I just want to work. I am not looking for an easy job. I don't believe in those "stuff envelopes at home for an easy income". I am a hard worker. Whether I was cleaning toilets or helping residents find their own jobs, I took each task seriously. I did the best I could. On the other hand maybe that was my downfall?  Perhaps I should have just lazed around reading People.com magazine and sipping coffee I sneak out to buy from DunkinDonuts.com. But I had a conscience. Darn voice in my head. Why can't it be an evil voice? If it was I could be the one living it up at my parents old house, living for free with free cable, borrowed internet from my neighbors and selling all my parent's belongings to buy whatever strikes my fancy. But NO...I have to be a person who cares about my father's feelings. I have to be a person who pays my bills and doesn't use everyone else. Gosh...What went wrong?

So, I am just gonna keep on keeping on. I will apply as anything and everything and hope somewhere in there I get to work and finally make money. I can stay here and blame my past for where I am but in the end its simply time for me to get up, get a job and get this life back. I don't want to depend on anyone else to pay my bills. So, click my links only if you like the links and read my blog only if you like my blog. I will figure it out ! I always do :)

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