NOTE: This is my own version of the entry produced the other day by MinistryOfTruth.
I’m not homeless (not yet), but every day holds over it the threat of existence on the streets. Although I’ve been technically unemployed since December of 2007, nearly two years, my official period of unemployment goes back to March 2006 – at least. This is because my last “official” job was for a telemarketing firm that laid me off after four weeks in 2006. My last actual job was as an Americorps VISTA (a volunteer position that offers a monthly stipend), which went from December 2006 to December 2007. Since then, I’ve been enrolled in classes at the Parma campus of my local community college. I’ve had to subsist on what money I get from financial aid as my sole source of “income.” Often, I must raid the student food bank just to get myself through the weeks between semesters.
I have no car, public transit options are increasingly limited, and the longer I go without work further cripples my chances of obtaining employment. No one wants to hire someone who can’t get a job. It’s a vicious catch-22 situation. I’ve had exactly one interview this year, with a bagel restaurant, and that went nowhere.
Like MinistryOfTruth, I need a job – BADLY. It has to be in Cleveland’s west side or Middleburg Heights, Ohio, along bus routes. At this point I couldn’t care less what job it is. I just need one I can get out to in a timely manner so the manager will deign to hire me. The problem is that I don’t know what else I can do besides what I’ve been doing, which is to keep my résumé updated and keep filling out applications. I can’t relocate, because I haven’t got the money. I can’t get a job because no one will hire me. I’m thirty-five, always broke, jobless, and ever on the brink. I can’t keep doing this. So, like MoT, I’m asking you for help.