This is it. I'm coming out of the closet, as an unemployed, single, Australian female; aged (almost) 50. Even though in general society, 50 is supposed to be the new 40 and so on; in the current workplace (dog eat dog recruitment departments) it seems job applicants heading towards or past 50, are generally viewed as post mortem, and I hate the saying but "past their use-by-date" (more on that later).
I work in the information services sector, have no kids, live with a dog, have a pile of bills, and no sugardaddy to fall back on; so I need to and must work. I have buckets of experience; covering most roles within my field, except murdering someone. But there's still time for that.
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In February I tweaked existing qualifications with a new Degree - not boasting about this - I worked damn hard to get assignments in on time. I was just so excited to finish it (however late in my non-career!). Armed with this and a spruced up CV, I have since sent applications to 50 jobs and been invited to attend four interviews. No luck there though.
The Job Network lass advised me to look beyond my usual field. So I've applied to all the big stores: Target, Big W etc. So far no replies. But there's hope. In response to my application, I've been put on an Emergency Lollipop Lady shortlist at the municipal council in my neighbourhood.
I now wait for that first important phone-call and my debut gig as a school crossing nazi.
You used to give me roses