In 1984 I was 25 years old and had held a total of perhaps 225-250 jobs, not counting babysitting, lawnmowing and other pre-adult employment opportunities. The longest one lasted a full year, many of them tied for shortest at less than a day. I had a High School diploma, was far from stupid, tried my best to be cooperative, showed up on time, didn’t goof off, …damned if I could figure out why I could not secure even semi-stable gainful employment. Still don’t know for sure. Jobs included cashier, stocking shelves, sweeping parking lots, tarring roofs, auto mechanic, nurse’s aide, cutting down scrub trees w/chainsaw, janitor, dishwasher, fast food steamline person, hardbander’s assistant (oil town trade), roughneck (oil town trade), surveyor’s assistant, aide to developmentally disabled adults, moving van co. warehouse guy (loading, unloading), random do-whatever “crew”, construction (unskilled), housepainter, envelope stuffer…
I was not a fucking lazy ass or incompetent or no-show employee.
I was homeless in 1984.
In 1988 I had a BA, graduating with a decent 3.93 ave and some lower-echelon honors, got a summer job washing dishes between graduation and the start of grad school, lost it in two weeks (accused of “attitude”), got other crappy jobs of low duration, went to Washington DC to do volunteer work with Mitch Snyder’s org and in a week and a half the org decided they had no use for me and I ended up in the shelter myself, then thumbed back to NY for grad school.
In 1993 I had two masters’ degrees and sent out 12-25 resumés every week, went to interviews, got nothing, and was working for minimum + commission doing telephone research polls (commercial crap; just barely one step above telemarketing) and considered myself to be doing considerably better than my lifetime track record by staying employed there for 5 months… then I got called in for a second interview, got a job offer, and lo and behold worked for 4 years as a professional, a social worker, making more than 2.5 times my previous fulltime-equivalent salary plus benefits and on top of that was made to feel respected and appreciated as an employee for the first time in my life (except babysitting and lawnmowing).
Then in 1997 the agency got defunded; I knew 5 months’ in advance and started with the resumés (this time with professional experience & credentials) and kept doing so through the entire 5 months plus the 6 months of unemployment benefits, went to 15-20 interviews, and then ended up going back to the telephone research polling place for shitty pay. I just barely got that job, I owe my re-employment there to having saved a copy of my resignation letter (they claimed I just stopped showing up). Did the horrid phone calls and continued to send resumes for 5-6 months before a temp-to-perm agency unrelated to my education picked me up.
I haven’t fallen into the abyss in a long time, but it’s a hell of a lot easier than you think. You can be totally willing to work, qualified, skilled, and busting your butt to apply for everything you can think of and still not get hired. Then you get hired and do well and move from job to job of your own volition and it’s hard to imagine not being employed unless you choose not to be (at least with your skills and credentials). Then you find out otherwise one day.