In December of 2019, I was graduating college. I had a good degree, a lot of experience, too much confidence, and no job.

I was heartbroken.

I moved back to the small town where my parents live, spending the following two months applying for jobs while barley leaving the house.

Side note: I did leave the house to indulge in my usual escape from the grind – music festivals. I ended up having the privilege of attending Okeechobee Music and Arts Festival, the last music festival before the end of the world!

Finally, after eight months of job hunting, I was offered a position on the Marketing Team at Sling Television. I accepted the position on my birthday.

My birthday also happened to be the day the state of emergency was announced.

However, I was ecstatic to have such a weight lifted off my shoulders and to finally have my dream life in sight. No pesky virus was going to ruin my escape from Florida.

Boy, was I wrong.

I planned to move to Denver, CO, where Sling is located, the next week. My supervisor and hiring coordinator assured me that I would have a job at Sling no matter what, and pushed back my start date.

The COVID-19 numbers climbed and I started working for Shipt, a grocery delivery service. Due to being unable to sit still, I also picked up a few new hobbies. I started gardening and had the ultimate comeback from the succulents I’ve killed by successfully growing several flowers, herbs, and vegetables. Then, I sold some of the wire-wrapped jewelry I had created in my free time. I also volunteered to create graphics and write articles for a local news organization.

One bad sign came after the other. I hadn’t received a response from my supervisor in weeks. Then, my hiring coordinator was laid off.

At the end of April, I received a call from an HR representative I had never spoken to. She reported to me that my offer had been rescinded and my position had been eliminated. That was it. There was no possibility of rehiring in the foreseeable future.

As I applied for unemployment and spent hours on the phone getting my application straightened out, I began to see that it might have been for the best that I didn’t move across the country at the beginning of the pandemic. My mother and grandmother faced serious health-related obstacles, and I was able to devote time caring for them. With that, I limited my time with Shipt to only shop for a mother and daughter who couldn’t shop for themselves.

In the past few weeks, I’ve begun to emotionally recover (maybe I shouldn’t make my entire emotional well-being dependent on the success of my career, but that’s a problem for later). I’ve reached out to former coworkers and made exciting new connections. I’m looking forward to what fate has planned for me and my career!

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