Just came back from a seedy strip club turned "night lounge", where they are supposedly hiring waiters. For the last 10 days I have been restlessly scavenging for a job. My unemployment counselor warned me that my leeching days are coming to an end as I will no longer be eligible for NEET money the next month. "Damn, but we're kinda still in a middle of a pandemic", I've told her, to which she snapped back "this is not an excuse for you to wait for a miracle to happen while staring at the ceiling all day"
She could sense my anti-work ethic radiating through my composed smile I was faking, I was caught. But as much as I hated it she was right, I'm a lazy-20something-bastard neet with a useless degree's in sociology and philosophy. No one hires that shit right now, especially in my nation where half of the bdp is produced by truck drivers and ac technicians.
"It's difficult, you see, I have no work experience" I tried to explain her, but she wasn't having any of it. "Lot's of young people pick up menial jobs, what makes you think you can't bartend in a Hotel for example?" she asked, reminding me that at my age I have less work experience than a 12 year old girl who sold lemonade through the summer. She suggested that I, despite my higher education, will have to start at the very bottom: that I pick up bartending to get some work ethic pumping trough my lazy veins. Being in a small coastal town she arranged some connections for me -- at the nightclub and hotel.
I have no choice right now, I'm several thousand €€€ in debt, my credit card is blocked, and I'm trying to enroll into college again -- since entry-level jobs prefer you to have 'student status' , the kind of status that allow an employer to string suckers along, milk them and then fire them at will.
I wish I could say I'm angry and on the verge of a mental break down, contemplating the rope. But I'm surprisingly calm, in a long time I feel a sense of obligation, that I need to do something about my situation as the sedated neet lifestyle is being interrupted by some external force (even if it is only the unemployment bureau). Which is exciting in an alarming way.
She could sense my anti-work ethic radiating through my composed smile I was faking, I was caught. But as much as I hated it she was right, I'm a lazy-20something-bastard neet with a useless degree's in sociology and philosophy. No one hires that shit right now, especially in my nation where half of the bdp is produced by truck drivers and ac technicians.
"It's difficult, you see, I have no work experience" I tried to explain her, but she wasn't having any of it. "Lot's of young people pick up menial jobs, what makes you think you can't bartend in a Hotel for example?" she asked, reminding me that at my age I have less work experience than a 12 year old girl who sold lemonade through the summer. She suggested that I, despite my higher education, will have to start at the very bottom: that I pick up bartending to get some work ethic pumping trough my lazy veins. Being in a small coastal town she arranged some connections for me -- at the nightclub and hotel.
I have no choice right now, I'm several thousand €€€ in debt, my credit card is blocked, and I'm trying to enroll into college again -- since entry-level jobs prefer you to have 'student status' , the kind of status that allow an employer to string suckers along, milk them and then fire them at will.
I wish I could say I'm angry and on the verge of a mental break down, contemplating the rope. But I'm surprisingly calm, in a long time I feel a sense of obligation, that I need to do something about my situation as the sedated neet lifestyle is being interrupted by some external force (even if it is only the unemployment bureau). Which is exciting in an alarming way.
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