I finally hit 30.
I used to close my eyes and wish for time to accelerate, for the years to rush past just below my perception so that when I opened them again I would see myself somewhere else, with someone else, doing anything else.
I’ve never had a job, not a real one anyway. I’ve always worked though, even as a kid. Every weekend since I can remember I have been working a stand at a flea market. My family sells clothes at four different flea markets six days a week. As a kid I helped with what I could. Eventually I helped with everything. After I graduated, weekends became six out of seven days of every week. Now we all work ourselves ragged every day. I am a tired, mindless body.
We make ends meet by living within our means. I don’t have a car. I don’t have an income. Sometimes I’ll hide a hundred dollars before handing in any sales to my dad. So maybe that makes my income a hundred dollars every two or three weeks. I mostly use that to buy vapes, cat food, and cat litter. Sometimes I’ll use what’s left for mutual aid or save up to do so later.
I suspect I am somewhere on the autism spectrum and/or suffer from ADHD. I’ve been depressed for almost half my life now. I suspect I’m only still around because I am a coward. It’s gotten too close to escape its pull but I won’t so I am trapped. Zoloft and therapy helped for a little while but I quit after they didn’t. To top it off, this was all before my egg cracked but my home situation is not one in which I can present how I would prefer even now.
I went to college on the government’s dime for a bachelor’s in computer science. I looked at my degree once and haven’t seen it since. Fragments of websites, webapps, api wrappers, an ecommerce store, blog posts, essays, and shit litter my memory, failures that weigh my conscience with shame. At this point I’m not entirely sure if I was ever actually able to write any code or if just I bullshit my way through everything in life to protect my fragile ego.
But I need to get better. My life will not change unless I make it change. I need to get a job, I need to be self-sufficient, I need to grow.
The largest hurdle I can see is my complete lack of experience. I graduated almost a decade ago. I’ll be starting from the bottom way later than I should have. Looking at local job openings on Indeed, it seems my best bet will be some sort of IT or Help Desk role. I’m taking a break from reading theory to read about networking and cybersecurity. I remember much of the network material while the cybersecurity concepts at least make sense to me.
The next step of the plan is already daunting to me. I need to write a resume. How to do this thing with no experience? An eternal problem I’ll need to figure out. This is as far as I’ve gotten but I’m not giving up. It’s about time I grow up.
Thanks for reading. Apologies for whining about a job.
Good luck! I hope you can make it out of there. You’ve gone through this much you can go through more <3
I believe in you. You’re already stronger than a lot of people. Don’t be too hard on yourself and you don’t need to frame this kind of thing in terms of maturity. It’ll be ok.
You sound like you’re awesome and you’ve had a really rough time of it but you will do great if you keep your head up. Great job helping keep a cat alive. Always commendable. o7
I’m not entirely sure if I was ever actually able to write any code or if just I bullshit my way through everything in life to protect my fragile ego
felt this (although I don’t write code, but for other stuff)
I’ll be there with you, also trying to grow up this year good luck comrade
The next step of the plan is already daunting to me. I need to write a resume. How to do this thing with no experience?
You don’t have no experience. You have tonnes and tonnes of self employed experience running a family business and can embellish it with unverifiable made up shit like claiming management experience with time schedules for others you supervised on the stalls.