We're in a new year with an old recession and no one is safe.
It seems like everyday someone I know, young and old, is having to move back home or in with a relative who takes pity on them.
"I can't pay rent anymore so I'm moving in with my parents."
"The bank's taking my house. I have no choice but to get out of this f-c-ing town before it kills me."
"My unemployment's running out. At least at home I can do nothing there, too."
I've been close to being one of 'em, but what had helped is getting random jobs to pay da bills. Things I've done in the past year:
1)Enumerator for the Census Bureau, helping count the millions of peeps in the nation.
2)Audience work for various shows, such as America's Got Talent.
3) Banquet Captain for one of the most prestigious hotels in Los Angeles.
4) Server for a catering company and various entertainment events.
5) Set Production Assistant.
7) Flier distributor.
Whew. That's a lot of jobs! And at all of those places I heard stories of people going bankrupt or losing their job.
There was always a story that ended sad and lonely.
It breaks your heart and makes you mad as Hell. Truthfully, who knows if I or you will end up going back home or if we will lose our current job(s), but I know one thing:
I will survive. You will survive. We will survive.
Just because you had to pack up and go back home doesn't mean you failed. It's a new beginning. A chance for you to look within and ask yourself, "What's my passion?" Or, "What do I want to do with the rest of my life?" And, before you know it, the answers will come.
It may take a while, but they'll come. Stay strong.