After college, I was functionally unemployed for almost a year. In the first few months, I was enamored by the world of politics and briefly worked on a struggling campaign, only leaving when I accepted that I was never getting paid.
In that time, I lived off some savings while seeking to turn far-fetched dreams into profitable projects. I was picky with what few employment opportunities came my way thinking that if I could hold out a little longer, something more ideal would come my way. I distracted myself by wandering around the city, bothering my friends, and loitering in public spaces hoping for inspiration to hit. My hopes were becoming increasingly more unrealistic, and my motivation deteriorated. My days were blurred by a lack of structure, and my savings were running thin.
I broke and wound up at a temp agency. I worked a few jobs on contracts spanning a few hours to a few days while splitting wages close to 50/50 with my agency. The work wasn’t ideal, but I felt better knowing money was coming in.
At some point, they hooked me up with a 3-6 month contract in my field with potential to go permanent. I accepted but was nervous that I was locking myself into a career path I had no interest in pursuing.
It felt weird walking into a luxury office building in a suit-and-tie with everyone else in business casual. The warmth and friendliness of the space tore away my preconceived notion that professional environments were naturally stiff and aggressive. I acclimated to the role and came to love it, but more so just loved doing something. I could see the tangible results of hours put in. The boredom that had plagued me was remediated by critical thinking. I took any stresses that came from work with some excitement and a new desire to see things to completion.
I turned permanent 1 week short of my 3 months and have been there since. I hope I never have to leave this job, because if I do, I fear the boredom of my unemployment will consume me again before I find the next one.