You asked...
Really bad.
I'm twenty-seven and have been on a semi-pension for the last year and a half due to severe depression and suicidal tendancies all because in the three years before that every single job I had turned to crap, dried up and blew off in the wind leaving me with no references which in turn meant I couldn't land other jobs. As time went on, things got worse and worse until I had a nervous breakdown.
I now can barely manage to feed myself each week and after so many years of poverty have been reduced to living in a rooming house with parolees where I haven't had a working washing machine for almost a year (actually, a new one was just bought recently, yay!) and now have so very little clothing that I'm essentially forced to live in my room day in and day out because I can't afford to go anywhere or do anything and even if I could, I need to know well in advance so that I can have my one pair of pants and one decent t-shirt clean for the occassion.
Nobody will hire me due to all of these factors. Before the nervous breakdown I was going to roughly one interview a week (which I had to apply to about five to ten jobs a week just to get) for a solid two years and only managed to get a couple of casual positions that didn't last long.
I just had to drop out of a course that only began a week ago due to my extreme level of poverty. I thought I would be able to manage it but by the time the first day rocked up, not only didn't I have clean clothes due to the washing machine having broken down three days prior, but I also had no money and so couldn't afford a train ticket. On top of this, they had changed the schedule at the last minute so instead of me going in twice a week for four four hour blocks, neatly spaced so that I could have lunch in-between, I now had to go in four days a week for a hodge podge of sessions broken up so that I would've ended up having to spend up to twelve hours a day, twice a week, and eight hours a day the other two times, at the campus because without a car I couldn't simply skip home in-between 'cause by the time I got back, I'd have to leave again which in turn meant that there was no possible way I could afford that many train tickets a week, plus that many lunches (and dinners) as take-out, plus have clean clothes for the entire week. Now it turns out that I can't even get the portion of the fee I paid (which I had to borrow from a friend) back because it's non-refundable (something that was never mentioned on any damn form I signed).
So now my options are basically zippidy and nothing. I can't even shoot myself because guns are way too hard to get around here. My family doesn't give a rats arse about me and I don't give a rats arse about them so it's not like I can call on them for help. In six months time I get reevaluated and if found to be a loser, which it looks like I most definitely am, I get put on a pension permanently. Yay.
It's another week until I get my next social security payment and I just spent my last four dollars on sausages and bread rolls which will last me... ooh, till tomorrow. This is how it pretty much is every week. The only thing that keeps me remotely sane is my net connection which costs me essentially nothing because of the plan I'm on and the fact that I don't use the phone for anything else. That, and D&D.
Wish yah didn't ask now, huh?
P.S. I'd join the army and go to war but I failed their math test... yeah, you heard me, I can't do math. I have a 120 IQ (not that I think that means zippidy, I've met people with 90 IQ's who I'd say were hella smarter than me and complete morons with 150+ IQ's), on average from the three tests I've taken, and yet I have zero math ability so I'm not good enough to be shot.
