April 8, 2013
“Get a job” he blared out the cracked truck window as I cringed from the passenger seat. Wow, and to think I have been in the job search mode for the last three weeks, understanding more and more about myself, the lack of confidence and loss I feel around being productive. A blast from the Antarctic projects across the front seat to my ears and emits grief from my pores. This ingenuous man is seething with anger at “Them, those who are stealing the money from his wallet and are using the system, etc.” It takes courage to step forward, open my mouth and begin my story, explaining how each and every waking day is for me while I am unemployed. I am not living, breathing, being unemployment yet that is how it can show up when I hear the attitude expelling from someone who really does not have a clue about representing job seekers.
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