Tuesday Reflections: The Minimum Wage Interview of the Homeless Veteran

Today, I continued trying to climb out of the pit that I’m in by reentering the workforce. And while my political background and security work are impressive, none of that matters when you’re homeless.

Nothing means no transportation. No money for incidentals. And no stable address. Not even the veterans services can help me because I can’t get to interviews.

That means minimum wage work.

Now, I’m not above the minimum wage stuff. I was in the Army. And even in my current situation, I have to do chores. We also must remind ourselves that there are millions in the workforce grinding away to support themselves and their families.

Still, it was tough putting on a friendly face for a job that isn’t anywhere near the realm of work that I love and enjoy.

I’ve done two of them, and both of them went well. I’m an excellent communicator.

But you can’t do too well on these because they think you’re over qualified.

And it doesn’t matter if you’re working in a Fortune 500 Company making six figures or working for minimum wage like me. One thing remains more important than anything.

That’s being a good fit with your team. And if they don’t believe you’ll work with their culture, you’ve got no chance.

That’s what homelessness does to you. If you’re bad at something, it punishes you. If you’re good at something, then you’re too good and you end up in the same place.

With nothing.

I miss campaigns. I miss blogging. I even miss my security work.

I really miss being good at things and having those things reward me with a paycheck and a place to call home.

But for now, I keep wandering in the darkness until I can find a light to walk towards.

Friends: Times are really bad. You can help out below. If you have any questions, you can write me directly at torres.fjr@gmail.com

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