More incremental progress that feels less impactful than it really is. I got my solar going yesterday after lots of false starts (including panels flying off the roof while driving owing to … the wrong washers), and this morning, I got all my belongings out of the warehouse at my old job short of an 8-cube Kallax that will require a ton of organizing in the van to be able to fit.

Some days, I’m immensely productive, while others, I’m too weighed down by yet another job search to be remotely able to make progress on that front. My entire family (I got an unexpected email from my uncle/godfather yesterday) is utterly unsupportive of my firm belief that I should be able to have a job that doesn’t demean me and pays enough to start getting out of the debt that piled up during my last job search.

I had to give up housing while employed full time because I can’t survive on $21/hour with a lease. The solution is not another $21/hour paint-by-numbers bullshit job, ffs.

It seems everyone born before 1970 thinks the job market hasn’t changed since the '90s and thus a grueling job search is a personal failing, not a sign that the economy no longer works for a wide swath of people not in sales. I want to make the product or make the product better or make the workflow better so that your salespeople have something worth selling. But that brings in “no income” and is seemingly no longer needed.