Rant #3,750: You're No Good

I spent a solid hour on the phone yesterday morning, trying to tie up some loose ends related to my son and his work situation.

Needless to say, I could not get anything done.

Agencies that are supposed to help us don't, people who are supposed to get back to us don't either, and several governmental entities are just about worthless.

I did actually speak to one person yesterday, and let me tell you, I got pretty much what equates to the same response that I get from those who don't get back to us, which shows me, at least, that I am on my own when it comes to this situation--

Something that i already knew, but hoped against hope that I was wrong about.

I wasn't.

When you have a special needs child, you really have to do just about everything yourself.

Agencies that are supposed to help you generally don't, and you have to do just about everything on your own.

Look, I have been doing it on my own for years for my son, but a little help would really be appreciated.

And, on an eerily similar note ...

I had a "memory" posted on Facebook yesterday, and it wasn't a good one. It was from exactly five years ago:

"The first job interview of any kind that I was scheduled to participate in this afternoon was once again postponed until next week.

It seems that I simply can't stand up for falling down.

Yes, I am a bit upset.

Running total: nearly 10 months out of work. And a grand total of two face-to-face interviews (pre-pandemic), where the job description was changed as I was being interviewed, and two phone interviews.

Again, this total was achieved during nearly 10 months, and after applying for more than 1,000 positions.

It appears that I have fallen and can't get up."

And finally, I never had the interview, as soon after, it was canceled for good.

I actually posted this on Facebook again, with a summing up of what happened then, and what is happening now:

"Five years ago ... This was pretty much how it went with me with interviews ... I never was offered any position ... I was forced to retire at age 63 ... and this pretty much continued the six--year downward spiral that I am still on, and unfortunately, my family is still on. 

"This includes that my son still cannot get a job, and let me tell you, we have tried just about everything to find him one. The agencies generally set up to help him don't do much of anything, and other governmental agencies, like civil service, are just as bad. 

Six years is six years too long to be on a downward spiral, but I do not see even a sliver of light at the end of the tunnel. Bad luck follows my family and I around, and no matter what we do, we cannot escape. 

We haven't given up the ship, but there is only so much water you can bail out of the ship before it sinks."

And there really isn't anything more to say about it all.

Retirement? 

HA!

Torture?

YOU BET!