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I just got extended federal benefits which, if I don't get anything, are good for another 20 weeks. I've exhausted the state ones. If I still have nothing then, I will have to start dipping into my savings.
I was lucky in some ways. I made more money than I needed to live on and while I didn't invest it in some high-interest-earning savings account, I didn't spend it either. I also got a big check for all my untaken vacation. Combine that with state unemployment compensation that was higher than it might have been had I had a lower-paying job, and things have not been bad. Up to now, anyway. The only bad part was getting a bacterial infection and having to pay out of pocket for doctor visits because I'm not so well off that COBRA isn't out of my league, even with partial government payment for it.
The toughest part has been the morale issue. It hurts to have an advanced degree and nearly 20 years' experience, and go six months and send out scores of resumes and job applications, and get only two--count 'em--two nibbles (one of them followed by an extensive series of interviews), neither of which has yet resulted in an offer.
It hurts when they don't even acknowledge and thank you for applying. It hurts when they don't even bother to tell you they made the offer to someone else. It hurts when you know you are more than qualified for the job but you don't even get an interview. It hurts when you work hard to make sure you're what employers are supposedly looking for "today" and you don't even get a bite. It is frustrating when you have to apply online using an electronic form and it keeps kicking your form back to you saying you failed to fill it out correctly or you gave an answer it won't accept--such as when you try to answer a question about "salary desired" with "negotiable" (because YOU DON'T DISCUSS SALARY UNTIL AFTER YOU GET AN OFFER) and it wouldn't accept that answer because it insisted the answer be in the form of a dollar figure, and you don't want to give a dollar figure because you're afraid you'll either highball or lowball yourself out of even making the cut. (If I go high, will they think I'm too expensive? If I go low, will they think I don't value myself enough? You can't win.)
Oh, I could go on and on about the hoops that electronic applications make you jump through. Such as the ones where they want to conduct background screenings so extensive that you have to provide every address you lived at the past seven years--so I either need to remember the street number and ZIP code of the apartment I lived in in 2004 in another state before I moved, or dig it up, before I can submit the application--just so they know I'm not a crook.
And despite all this, I still thank heaven that I can apply for unemployment benefits online every week, rather than having to go someplace and sit in a waiting room or stand in a line and wait to talk to someone about how I still haven't found a job. And as annoying as it sometimes is, it's more convenient for me to "pound the pavement" electronically than in person. It could be worse.
But the morale? The morale of waking up every day and not having a place you have to get to and people who expect you to be there and who make you feel as if you're doing something constructive on the planet? That's tough to keep up sometimes.
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