January was all about eating crow. Not much was happening career-wise—everything had dried up. Things got so sour we had serious talks about taking a break from the relationship to focus on our own lives. Eventually, I decided to air myself out a little and spent a week at my sister’s place in the south of Spain.
Then, suddenly, it felt like some kind of thaw. I had worked harder than ever on my cover letters, spammed every job offer under the sun—regardless of expertise—and finally managed to get to a few second rounds. Now, I’m in four separate interview processes. For the first time in a while, I’m feeling cautiously optimistic about the future.
I also added up all my immediate debts—the ones that need handling as soon as I land a salaried position. The number came to 7,299.87 euros, meaning my current net worth is around -5,918 euros. I guess this is what two and a half years of unemployment and three months of travel will do to your finances. In other words, I’m once again a true proletariat. My only asset is my labor. Can’t wait to start trading hours of my life for a poor exchange rate just to get back to zero. But at least there is hope.
