For the last two weeks I’ve been working at a temp data-entry job, just to have some kind of an income and to have something to do besides sit in a hopeless lump at home. Friday afternoon I came home and found an email from my agency, telling me not to go to work on Monday, the assignment was over. I called them at once, but because it was already five-thirty, I couldn’t find anyone who knew what was going on. One person thought the entire contract might have been cancelled, and I had to satisfy myself with that for the weekend.
This morning I called again, and spoke with my representative, only to find the contract had not been cancelled; I had been specifically kicked out. She’s been unable to get hold of the company to find out why they wanted to be rid of me. I told her of two things that had happened Thursday where I’d been outspoken though I didn’t (and don’t) believe I’d been insubordinate, and she noted it in my work record for whatever it may be worth in future.
This, coming after being kicked out of my last job, and months of failed job applications—a handful of interviews from hundreds of resumés sent out—leaves me feeling as though I’m unemployable for much of anything at all, still less for anything that makes real use of my experience and education, and fairly well useless to any company. My family and my friends care for me and do what they can, and that’s a good thing for which I’m thankful, but it doesn’t help in the way I need, when I see I may be staring a bankruptcy court in the face.
Jar-Jar Binks chokes on the screaming ROM chip. Fnord.
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