I had every kind of irregular job. I was a waitress first. They promoted me when I started proposing tech solutions to increase bookings. Then they fired me the moment I broke a leg, before I could get sick leave. No one was hiring me with a broken leg. Suddenly I had no way to get my university studies recognised, I didn’t speak English, and I had no savings.
I went to the UK as an au pair. I worked in a care home. The mission was to learn English. I did, and I came back with savings to start studying again. Back in Spain I found a more stable job, severely underpaid. When I started looking for something better, COVID hit and I was put on a temporary layoff (an ERE). I changed jobs. Six months later that company went bankrupt and had to let everyone go. One thing after the next. It took several years before I could go back to tech and have real prospects again.
Hundreds of failed applications. Endless selection processes. No clear upskilling path. Ghosting, until I finally understood the rules of the game. Kris lived something similar, until she landed the most average office job: secure but with no purpose, hustling for second income streams. People conform, women especially, and the muscle of interviewing only builds through repetition. That muscle gives you confidence.
I have a friend who is incredible. Let’s call her Jess. Jess competed in two Ironman triathlons. She rode her motorcycle alone from Brussels to Spain just to visit a friend. She gave birth by IVF, alone in her apartment during COVID. She is remarkable. She lives in Sweden with her two kids, a master’s degree, a job and a mortgage. She offered me a two-year home swap. She was willing to quit her job and walk into the unknown with a two-year-old and a five-year-old, in a new country, with no job secured. That is courage.