Job hunting is an anxious ordeal.
God gave me 4 months with 3 sources of income to let me feel how it is to earn more than 50k in a month. Didn't get too fully enjoy these incentives as enrollment season was in bloom and Dylan was in Manila for her OJT so all the extra dough was set for the paternal obligations. But it didn't hurt that I can order Popeye's anytime I want even buy shoes without too much double-thinking.
Still thankful.
But deadline is looming in.
My stint in Wonder Collab is a blessimg that I worry that they will finally discover I am a dispensable commodity.
That book editing job — I worry about my status. Haven't received my salary. And they didn't give me anything to edit this July. Had a few major mistakes last June. But is it even humane for a company to "ghost" an employee?
I feel used.
And tired.
And for validation, I checked my Spotify Artist profile. Only 700+ streams for Stockholm in a week. Am I so unlistenable? Don't want to be a Van Gogh.
I hope to come back to this space brimming with confidence.
Until then.
Sulk.
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