Pigeonholed to a Parish
Those who have been following me know I lost my job in April. Currently facing inevitable eviction unless my fortune changes, I’m at a crossroads in my life and trying to figure out options. And in so doing, I’m beginning to wonder just how much free agency folks like me possess in times like these. In such cases, many Americans are often constrained by circumstances that ultimately dictate our destinies. How much reasonable choice do we really have in said situations? If I lived in a previous era — even as recently as the mid 20th century — I would likely just find another job wherever I currently resided, which would likely be where I was born to begin with or nearby. But in this interconnected global community, someone like me has to follow the jobs wherever they may lead. So, I’ve been sending out resumes left and right. But, as prognosticated in my initial Facebook post when I revealed my termination, I’m getting no response whatsoever from any outfit that isn’t a religious organi...