I'm a graduate currently working in fast-food industry while I apply for work in my field. I took the leap and moved out into my own house to rent with partner. We're both University educated, but working in fast food to make ends meet.
I moved to get away from my previous job in hospitality because my boss was controlling and manipulative and colleagues were nasty and spiteful. Toxic environment and my mother lives on site and I was sick of the company running my family into ground, threatening our housing situation.
Fast forward to now, and I've lived independently for nearly 6 months, I'm depressed, hate my current job even more, I am applying for loads of jobs to try and get out of this one. Seems like a repetitive cycle of trying to get out of this loop or rubbish jobs and wanting to have a purpose, to do something better and feel worthy again.
My partner is depressed and receiving treatment for depression, and I've got a history of depression, anxiety and mental illness anyhow. Lately, I've been really productive and positive with my job hunting, but after so many days pass by I start to feel depressed as i haven't heard anything. Guess i'm so sick of my situation I am eager to prove myself and get a graduate job in my field.
I'm currently at home- getting away from it all- seeing family, and first thing they say to me is "Heard anything about that job/job(s)?" and start telling me i need to apply myself- while I am actually trying to do all I can.
My mum is a single parent and pretty poor, and she doesn't appreciate the fact that in today's market its very different and harder to find work- even for the educated. She thinks I don't apply myself because I'm always on my laptop- but on my laptop working or drafting CV's.
We live in a pretty affluent area, even though we are poor- house comes with the job- and frankly I'm sick of seeing people in flash car, and smarmy smirks, condescending comments. I've never been privileged and it must be quite nice to get a job through Mummy and Daddies connections and not have the hardships to endure.
I came back to mums to get away from the gloom of working where I do and the depressive process of job hunting, only to feel worse.
Just wanted to rant...