There is simply no way to maintain your dignity when unemployed for a prolonged period. Not in this society, at any rate.
I had hoped that I wouldn’t have to learn this first hand, but it’s too late for that now. Two and half months of job-hunting have landed me squat. I have no idea what I’m doing wrong: I have a Master’s Degree in Physics, for godsakes! I was awarded eleven thousand euros by the European Space Agency!
And yet, here I am: twenty-six years old, not an interview after two and a half months of searching for work, living at my parents’ house with debts piling up, applying for literally any position for which I am qualified, and even considering re-closeting myself in order to bolster my employment prospects. Is it vain of me to be dissatisfied by this situation?
I face the looming prospect of not being able to pay to refill my hormone prescription; that alone terrifies me.