though, I was still living on my rapidly dwindling savings and the occasional writingcommission.Although the path into freelance journalism had seemed relatively smooth, my finances were fluctuating wildly, and I decided I would need to find a steadier source of income.
To my surprise, however, that elusive part-time job appeared to be impossible to obtain. I sent my CV out to every bookshop and art gallery I could think of, imagining my transferableskills would be an advantage in those industries, but failed to obtain a single interview.
Getting through the selection process seemed an insurmountable task.Starting to believe my age could be a factor in these failures, I began to over-compensate for it, emphasising how energetic and motivated I was for someone of my generation.
That, despite being one of the older applicants, I had a lot to offer. The outcome remained the same.Bemoaning my situation with others in my peer group, I realised I was not alone.
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