Deep Frustration.
February 11, 2008
I’m frustrated as all get out. I’m trying to adjust to the lower level of support my benefactors (my father and his wife) informed me they would provide me after the first of the year without significant changes to my life — such as moving into a cardboard box — but I’m having a heck of a time.I haven’t worked much since my stroke — and the menial jobs I could get fired me without ever saying so by simply not scheduling me to work. My plant knowledge disappeared after the stroke, but has in large part bubbled back up into consciousness – I still hit blank spots now and again – but the overarching principles that inform my understanding and interaction with the horticultural world are again firmly in place.
I’ll be damned if I can figure how to market those skills, though.
In my job searches, I went to local nurseries and applied and/or begged for work. At one, I took a multi-page exam and was told I had passed and therefore qualified, but repeated phone inquiries yielded nothing. At another local chain, as is the custom round these parts “never was heard a discouraging word”, but it was made clear to me that young (strong) unskilled, knowledge-free, low wage workers were what was desired.
Not that I mind being horribly demoralized. Nothing like that. I’m just tired, and stumped, and unsure how to cope. That’s all.
