I was travelling. I moved to the mainland, where I attacked the employment issue again with new gusto. I went to job fairs, took career counselling, attended workshops, and still I could not make my diploma work for me. Another two years and I was back at the bottom of the barrel again.
I kept believing the myth that jobs were growing and increasing in B.C, as it was being touted as the land of opportunity.....yet still the only jobs coming up were part-time, seasonal and underpaid.
It was time to move again; this time though I chose to move out of province. I moved to Saskatchewan, where I soon landed a reasonable job in a managerial position at the local Inn. But then, destiny still had a few surprises in store.
I may no longer be trying to live off social assistance , but those years of patterning still haunt me. I have jumped around form one job to the next trying to find something that fits into my training, But still making only minimum wage. Still I am trying to make my money stretch as far as it can go. I have a mountain of debt on my shoulders, thanks to the student loan that didn’t get me anywhere and the depression that I suffered from which caused me
to do all kinds of stupid things just to get a few extra bucks.
All I can say is that now, years later, with my 2 month old daughter at my side, the suffering that I endured did one really good thing for me. It made me who I am today, a loving mother and compasionate friend. But there should be a safer, more humane way, to teach the following generations the same lessons. I die inside when I think of my daughter having to go through life along the same path that I’ve already travelled.
