Christ_empowered
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- Oct 23, 2010
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I'm 30. For a number of reasons, I don't have any job skills. I'm working on a business degree online. I receive disability because I had severe mental problems before repentance and I'm now "in recovery."
I don't know what to do. Its going to take a good 2 years to get this degree, and I don't see a j-o-b in my future until then. The way the economy is, nobody wants a 30 year old with no work history and a misdemeanor for entry level work. I'm also worried that, after I get the degree, my lack of work experience will get in the way.
Ugh. Also, I'm a pariah around here. When I tried to work at a movie theater 8 years ago or so, my ex-shrink found out about it and told my co-workers my diagnosis and treatment history. I was basically forced out--they'd cut my hours, then call me in to work the worst shifts (holidays, usually), and make fun of me while I was working.
I quit. Haven't had a job since, save some work I did while at a Teen Challenge center. I don't know what to do. I'm blessed because I get disability and I have semi-affluent parents who can take care of me, so I don't have to live in abject poverty. God is good!
But...over the long haul...ugh. My parents and I might inherit some money, which is good, but....
...ugh! You go off the rails in today's society, its hard to into the mainstream of things. I wish I could just write for a living, lol.
Venting, rambling. Input is appreciated
I don't know what to do. Its going to take a good 2 years to get this degree, and I don't see a j-o-b in my future until then. The way the economy is, nobody wants a 30 year old with no work history and a misdemeanor for entry level work. I'm also worried that, after I get the degree, my lack of work experience will get in the way.
Ugh. Also, I'm a pariah around here. When I tried to work at a movie theater 8 years ago or so, my ex-shrink found out about it and told my co-workers my diagnosis and treatment history. I was basically forced out--they'd cut my hours, then call me in to work the worst shifts (holidays, usually), and make fun of me while I was working.
I quit. Haven't had a job since, save some work I did while at a Teen Challenge center. I don't know what to do. I'm blessed because I get disability and I have semi-affluent parents who can take care of me, so I don't have to live in abject poverty. God is good!
But...over the long haul...ugh. My parents and I might inherit some money, which is good, but....
...ugh! You go off the rails in today's society, its hard to into the mainstream of things. I wish I could just write for a living, lol.
Venting, rambling. Input is appreciated
