Below I started writing in August of this year. I shall continue. Kind of a doozy going back to read one’s feelings from just a few months ago. The frustration and anger is palpable, and I can’t say that I’ve stopped watching the terrible news.
Not a fun combination, but one I have been dealing with in spades lately. Like many, I burnt out on 20+ years of bartending and the restaurant industry. It’s not that I don’t have a love for or knack for it anymore, but the backlash from patrons and their behavior has caused many of us to run. Hailed at the beginning of the pandemic as “heroes” for the mad switch to to-go food and drinks, sanitized grocery handling, and deliveries, now we’re considered selfish for still expecting a tip. We’ve always made tips, when did that become a new thing for people to rail against?
My grief in losing my wonderful friend and former partner to cancer was all-consuming at times. A year ago, I had a moment that broke me and I knew I needed help to get through the despair. I’ve never shunned therapy but was afraid of medication for depression after stories from friends about the ups and downs of dosage havoc. I took the chance and gave Lexapro a try, and it was a perfect fit at the time. Serotonin and I had been perfect strangers for some time. I took it regularly for months until I realized it was making me complacent, too much so. I was perfectly “happy” in my job I was actually miserable because all that yummy serotonin flooding my brain made me not have a care in the world.
I don’t advocate just going off an SSRI without your doctor’s go-ahead! I did gradually taper off myself until I was all in my feelings. I needed to know how I was actually feeling to dissect what needed to stay, and what needed trimming. I ended up leaving my last bartending/serving job. I was in a lot of physical pain, and I couldn’t take the entitled parents who let their children run amok with no-regards for our feelings or our business. I left behind wonderful coworkers and lovely regulars. I don’t remember guests being this bad before.
So, how does one wade through the muck that is now? AI is creating a lot of unhappiness in addition to being helpful. More and more people, myself included, are applying to jobs in several professions in hopes SOMEONE gives us a chance. According to a TIME magazine article “You’re Not Imagining It– Job Hunting Is Getting Worse“, by Alana Semuels, a perfect storm of layoffs (many in Human Resources), less jobs, and AI sorting through and immediately rejecting applications are to blame.
“Part of the difficulty stems from a tightening labor market, especially in fields like tech that have had hundreds of thousands of layoffs in the last nine months. There is now, on average, one job opening for every two applicants on LinkedIn, a big change from early 2022, when there was one job opening per applicant on average.”
And that statistic is made worse when you know that it’s often the same people over and over again applying for the same jobs. I have had it, but how do I survive? How does anyone? I currently sport two busted knees and a pinched nerve in one foot. Not exactly bartender material anymore, especially in my mid-40’s. So, using several job sites, a rewritten resume (yes, I used AI to freshen it up), and a healthy expectation for rejection- I apply to several jobs a day. By the end of July, I had applied to 171 positions, predominantly in writing (copywriting and content creation). Am I dumb? No, I’m wildly overeducated with a Master’s degree I don’t use. Am I going completely insane and questioning my worth as a person? Yes.
So, where’s the healing? Burnout and grief from a long career, grief from losing a loved one, and my financial stability. Yes, there has been healing. Healing is not waking up one day and feeling all your problems leave your body and mind forever. *Today, October 26, 2023* – That my readers, is completely impossible. It takes a long time for many problems to happen, they aren’t going to disappear overnight. As much as I bristle at telling myself I need -patience-, that’s exactly what one needs. I’ve found writing down, yes journaling, my daily or weekly feelings to help. I get a lock on them, make note they’re there, and see if I can work around them if they’re big, through if they’re small. Eventually working through a big problem is helpful, but again, time heals, and if you don’t have a ready-made solution for things getting in the way of your everyday life, you need to manage the space it’s taking up.
Just don’t give up. Ever.