Job Troubles 2
An update: My father has become tolerable to be around. But job-hunting—it feels more like gambling, honestly—is as demoralizing as ever. I got as far as an interview with a library page job I wanted, but another candidate was hired. My options remain dry thanks to my living situation and my single year of retail experience. No meaningful in-person connections outside of my family and one friend means nepotism is nonexistent for me, too. I could write just about any spiteful thing I want to about this ableist society, or my equally ableist former coworkers, all factors that made it hard to maintain the jobs I worked. But I don't want to. I just want to survive, but I feel utterly forgotten about. I want to live peacefully, but the world doesn't care about what I want or need. It just wants me to be another cog in the machine, constantly rubbing in the fact I'm missing teeth and sometimes can't make the mechanism work properly.