For the past 15 years, I’ve worked all kinds of jobs: bussing tables in a small restaurant in Brooklyn, bartending in New York City’s famous Meatpacking District, making ads as an art director at an award-winning agency on Madison Avenue. Two months ago, I found myself with no job, and no job offers, for the first time since I moved to the United States from Bulgaria. As anxiety, insecurity and impostor syndrome slowly tried to take over, I began documenting my pandemic job-hunting experience. While I knew I wasn’t alone in this, it surely felt lonely. This is what the last two months looked like for me — and likely millions of other unemployed people in the United States.
Democracy Dies in Darkness
I’m unemployed. Searching for a job during the pandemic has been brutal.
I’ve found myself with no work, and no offers, for the first time in years
Perspective by Tsvetomila Thomsen
August 23, 2020 at 10:21 a.m. EDT