I know how it feels. Trust me.

In the last couple of years, I have seen many posts on LinkedIn made by people I do not know who are in dire circumstances due to long-term unemployment.

These folks have spent months or even years diligently applying to jobs for which they are well qualified, to no avail. Their applications go unacknowledged, they have interviews and then are ghosted, and in the end, nothing works for them.

I have seen such posts written by people who were living in their cars, who were facing homelessness, and who were facing food insecurity. Their employment backgrounds are white collar and blue collar. Mostly white collar. This is the world in which we live today.

There, but for the grace of God and my husband, go I.

My educational background is in biology and biochemistry, and I spent eight years working in science laboratories. I was fired from my last full-time lab job for ableist reasons (my hands, which are afflicted with mild cerebral palsy, could not restrain or manipulate live mice) right before the Great Recession hit the country. I began applying for jobs even before my position officially ended, thinking someone would hire me within a month. Or two. Or three. I had an interview soon enough, after which I was ghosted. This happened again. And again. And again.

A couple of months soon turned into a year, then two years, then three…I would have quickly become homeless if not for my husband’s income (and love).

I took several steps to try to remedy my situation. My husband and I moved to an area with more opportunities. I worked with four (yes, four) different job coaches. I took two biomanufacturing classes at a local community college to update my skills (and got an A in each). I expanded my job search to non-scientific positions for which I felt even somewhat qualified.

Eleven years passed between by firing and my starting my editing business. It feels good to be making money again, even if the income is sporadic.

I am writing all of this to tell all of you that you are not alone.

I’m pulling for you.

How far we have come!

Cell phones…they have evolved faster than probably anything or anyone else on earth (with the exception of AI). The phones we use today, in my opinion, should be called minicomputers, since they can access the internet and email, as well as text and make voice calls.

(When did the name “voice call” become a thing, anyway? For most of my life, a “call” was a call. Plain and simple.)

What blows my mind is that most of the people who entered college this fall were born in 2008, and the iPhone predates them. But I digress.

Do any of you remember your first cell phone (of any kind)? Mine was actually owned by my parents and they lent it to me while I was away in graduate school. It was a Motorola of some kind and was a very large, bulky thing that I could not fit in my pocket and which made my purse very heavy. Did I mention that it was made in the late 1990s? It only had one warbling ringtone that I could not change.

In 2001, I exchanged that behemoth for a cell phone of my own, a Nokia 5180i. This was the “Nokia brick” that everyone seemingly had around the turn of the millennium. It had the green screen, big buttons that lit up green, small antenna sticking up, and a large choice of ringtones. (I opted for a classical one called “Badinerie.”) I loved that phone. Sadly, in late 2004, I lost it.

I was a latecomer to the smartphone party, as I got my first iPhone in 2015. I loved it to death. It was an iPhone 4. After two and a half years, I got an iPhone 6, and then four years later, my current phone, an iPhone 13 mini. Now I have become one of those phone zombies who take out their phone when they eat alone, wait in line, or cannot sleep. I love being able to do an internet search, watch videos, or text or voice call someone on my phone. (Many people I know use their phones regularly for even more.) And I love that I was able to download my ringtone, which is the chorus of my favorite Boston song.

As I said before, do you remember your first cell phone?