An Umployed Life.

Umployed is unemployed shortened. It sounds more dumb and sad than unemployed, but I think you can also make out the meaning of the name. I was also tired of thinking of usernames and messing them up so I have settled like a true 20-something year old. I am an unemployed millennial.

I am shamed by society as if it were my choice and my fault. I will have to admit that maybe a part of it could be my fault. I’m not so full of myself to believe that I didn’t partially deserve what was coming to me. I still want to believe that how I handled my work situation is what was right but I was not tactful. Can I acquire this skill later on in life or have I stumped in my growth as an adult?

The experience of how I got fired or “laid off” haunted me for the last three months. I had been with one company for over five years. I had spent my most eager 20’s at this company. In those five years, I had gone through many bosses. Our small 30-person company had very high turnover. It’s one of those companies where you’re an A+ employee if you make it to work on time. Professionalism was not a standard but more of a facade. But I made it. I was one of the longest employees. I thought surely I had to be doing something right.

At the end of my pitiful story is that I found out that not all co-workers are your friends and just because a fellow co-worker complained and cried with you does not mean that they are on your side. Words and loyalty are cheap when money and your job is involved. No one wants to fight for change if it means that they have to fight for it, but will gladly reap the benefits of change.

I have learned many lessons of dealing with bad co-workers and bad boss during this time; also, I learned a life lesson that people are pretty crappy, but I hope that I can encounter some better people along the way considering the fact we live outrageously longer lives than generations before.

So why is it important to note that I am an unemployed millennial? Because we’re deemed as a lazy generation. Our literacy rate is in the craps but we’re also self-absorbed. We are entitled because our parents generation worked so hard that we didn’t have to suffer which turned into creating, us, spoiled brats. We don’t know how to drive without cameras and alert systems showing us something our eyes used to be good for. We all are spoon fed and cycled through the education system. Many times we are granted with a degree that is worth a very pretty penny in time and money, but not much else in the “real world.”

I’d like to let the world out there know that we’re not lazy. I’m not thrilled to be unemployed. I worked hard for my degree, the advancement of my career, and learning to adapt to my environment. I worked hard to not fall in the traps of financial debt with credit cards or student loans. I had planned for retirement starting at the age of 18. I did not live beyond my means by purchasing a grandiose car or a house even when I had the money. I didn’t party, but still enjoyed life. I didn’t do drugs because I could endure hardships and could face my troubles for what they were. I didn’t need an escape because I was a fighter. I thought I had grit.

Being unemployed is very lonely. It is lonely even when you have great supportive parents, friends, church members, or whatever else you surround yourself with. You realize that all the times that you thought “I don’t have time for that” is actually false. Now, you have plenty of time and you still aren’t going to the gym. I still don’t leisurely read everyday. I still don’t see the sun much or eat any healthier.

So, where is everyone? Or am I really the only other unemployed person out there.

Til next time,

an umployed millennial

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