I'm discovering my skills and experience are nearly useless in the job market, and my age and appearance cannot be helping me at job interviews. I had a shot at an 8-day temporary job, but then found out this morning they wanted to pay me pennies to work as the helper monkey to the sister of one of the women who escorted me off the premises of my last job.
I really did think I'd be more successful at this stage of my life. But, it kinda looks like I'm a miserable failure instead. Living off credit, unemployed and, apparently, unemployable.
Writing blog entries does not count for professional experience anywhere. Unless you're a witty politico. Which I'm not.
This is really, really depressing. And I'm really, really scared. And I really, really don't want to have to move back to Illinois and live on my sister's chicken farm.