I wound up in the unenviable position of having spent so many years as a musician, or working in radio, instead of working in the “cement beehive” (Jimi Hendrix quote), that I couldn’t get hired by anyone to do anything, for lack of “work experience.” Back in Ontario, I never had a job that lasted longer than three years. Most of them didn’t last three months, because if they keep you longer than that, they have to pay your benefits and unemployment premiums. So an awful lot of people get laid off (translation: “See ya, loser!”) before 90 days are up, so they’re ineligible to collect unemployment insurance. I wound up homeless numerous times. I don’t think about it anymore, but I may have gone five or six years without a job at one stretch, without even being able to get an interview. Luckily, I had no debts, but no credit rating, either.
What did I do? A woman happened to me, and I moved to Florida to start from scratch. I’ve been working without pause since a day or two after my work permit arrived, six years ago. In fact, now I’ve got my dream job… in American radio.
I am convinced that if I was still in Canada, I would still be unemployed at 46.