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The Official Working World Is Failing Me, So Off Side-Hustling I Go
Yeah, right, I wish it were that simple.
I just learned today that my new job isn’t what I thought it was: a quick conversation with Human Resources came with the revelation that there was an error in the position listing and the job is actually a casual position that offers no benefits. As I sat there, listening, I felt only a sense of numbness. Of course, my mind told me. Of course you couldn’t have this one good thing.
I’ve made it no secret that I worry about insurance coverage concerns and savings for retirement, especially being thirty-one and having started out years late in the job market. Now I don’t know if or when that job with benefits will come along — especially since my initial sprint involved over 200 job applications and few interviews in-between.
But I still have this platform, which sometimes graces me with small windfalls, as my society-dubbed “side-hustle.” Let’s be real, though: I’ve published 618 things (as of 12/23/2021), and the passive income rolls in from only about two different pieces. The pennies I make otherwise on poems and anecdotes won’t really provide a cushion for, say, the monthly insurance premium I’ll now be paying for the foreseeable future since my new job isn’t offering its own coverage.
