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I have things to do now
Nov. 6th, 2024 05:07 amIn one way, it'll be easier now. I need no longer lie to myself about the racist, imperialist nation, built on slavery and genocide, that I am currently stuck living in. And when that nation has just thrown away its final chance at redemption, everything becomes very simple. At least when you are someone that must now look to their own survival.
I'm not sure how long I can last. I am, after all, on government records as being psychiatricly disabled. I'm not the priority, I know; they won't come for me first. But once they've come for the immigrants and the racial minorities and everyone else they prioritize coming for, well, they'll need new people to come for then. Still, the main reason I haven't even considered suicide for a moment this night/morning is because I don't want to give them that. They'll have to make some effort to take me out.
It is, at least, not quite as impossible to find a new job as it once would've been. I now have over a decade of library experience under my belt, and a good deal of it as my library's primary cataloger. I can absolutely sell myself on that; I won't feel like any kind of imposter this time. The depository coordinator experience may help, too, though I fear that whole program may fall victim to the incoming fascist regime. Maybe, if I'm really lucky, I'll get one in a library where it still may be possible to do some people some good.
A pity I probably can't get one in another country; this isn't the kind of career that gets you work visas. I might still be eligible for British citizenship, but who knows if the Tories haven't done away with that.
After writing this, I'm going to type up a list of things that now need doing. First up: figure out how to update my resume. I suspect the rules have changed a bit in the last decade.
I'm not sure how long I can last. I am, after all, on government records as being psychiatricly disabled. I'm not the priority, I know; they won't come for me first. But once they've come for the immigrants and the racial minorities and everyone else they prioritize coming for, well, they'll need new people to come for then. Still, the main reason I haven't even considered suicide for a moment this night/morning is because I don't want to give them that. They'll have to make some effort to take me out.
It is, at least, not quite as impossible to find a new job as it once would've been. I now have over a decade of library experience under my belt, and a good deal of it as my library's primary cataloger. I can absolutely sell myself on that; I won't feel like any kind of imposter this time. The depository coordinator experience may help, too, though I fear that whole program may fall victim to the incoming fascist regime. Maybe, if I'm really lucky, I'll get one in a library where it still may be possible to do some people some good.
A pity I probably can't get one in another country; this isn't the kind of career that gets you work visas. I might still be eligible for British citizenship, but who knows if the Tories haven't done away with that.
After writing this, I'm going to type up a list of things that now need doing. First up: figure out how to update my resume. I suspect the rules have changed a bit in the last decade.
