For those of you who have been following my blogs, you know that I am 49. I don’t feel 49. I have worked since I was 16, until one and a half years ago when I lost my business and moved in with my sister, having lost all material possessions during the closure, except that which was necessary – such as furniture, kitchen accessories, clothes. Bankruptcy sucks.
I began my job search back then and although I’ve had the odd contract here and there, a steady job is not seemingly acquirable. I’m over qualified, or too old. Or both. I did go for social assistance, but was declined because my ex put the kids in private school and they saw that as “in-kind support”. How that relates to my being able to care for my children when they are here, for myself, I am not quite sure. The divorce agreement was clear. He wanted them in private school and he agreed to pay for it. He does not support me in anyway. I have sold most of my possessions that were left to pay my rent.
After three and a half months of no employment whatsoever, two placement agencies finally responded to my resume. So there I was feeling out of sorts, but I did do well on the tests. Out there walking, it’s a strange feeling to look around and see all the young people out there with jobs. I actually saw but two people who appeared to be older than me. Maybe it’s just me. But between the difficulty of finding employment and the government pushing me out of the way, while so many manage to get on the system, even those who have never paid into it, baffles me. And it’s a catch 22. No money to travel to get to job interviews, and the fear of asking for anymore support from my family equals severe anxiety. I keep checking to see if someone will buy my digital microscope, or my dog carrier, my Red XL workout chair, or my Yugioh card collection. Those would get me to my next interview. Thus far nothing, and I look around and that is all I have left to sell! All my silver is gone, the gold that didn’t mean anything to me, my iPad, my laptop, etc. etc. I do, however still have this one computer. That is not going. Nor is my television. Internet and cable are inclusive in the rent, which I managed to have reduced a bit by babysitting two Bull Mastiffs in my small apartment. I do have a beautiful expensive bike, but that is my means of transportation during the nice months. What the rest of the month will bring only God knows. I keep praying and still have faith, but some days it runs low.
I got this email and thought I would share. How true it is.
I love this word and believe that it will become a recognized English word. Finally, a word to describe our current political situation.
Ineptocracy (in-ep-toc’-ra-cy) – a system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.