I woke up on a recent Tuesday morning at 9:30 a.m. with a slight hangover and nowhere to go, except maybe to my laptop to casually browse the internet for some sort of inspiration. I no longer had to program my alarm for 7:10 a.m., and it was no longer of a pressing nature to get to the gym before going to work because, well, there was no work, and truth be told, no desk job was forcing me to be bound to a desk. I could do Zumba in my living room at 2 p.m. if I wanted to, provided my downstairs neighbors weren’t feeling too cantankerous.
In Motherlode, Andrea Pate, a mother with two children talks about how difficult it has been finding a job—even a minimum wage one—and making ends meet. Pate lives in Milwaukee where the unemployment rate is significantly higher than the national average at 9.8 percent.
Today Gawker publishes the 40th edition of its unemployment stories. It’s also the final edition, “not because there are no more stories to tell— we still receive new ones every week— but because its point has been made.” The whole series can be found here, if you feel like you need some fodder for a depressive episode.
I Used to Be a Great Worker, Really Type A, And Then I Lost My Job And Now I Am What You’d Call Not That Into It
More ways unemployment messes everything up for everyone: Great workers become eh workers. “The deterioration of employment prospects during a deep, prolonged recession might induce some elite workers to lose their pro-work ethic. Since identities are sticky, they might keep their new identity even when the recession is long past.”
Logan (half-jokingly): “Maybe I should become an actress?”