Well, in the Spirit of a smattering of other posts . . . I TOO 'got a job' . . . after 35 years as a graphic designer, and a HARD fought, HARD opportunity chased career, finally reaching an echelon of 'Sr.' Graphic Designer, based on acumen, skill set and experience . . . and, after my last job ended with a company sale and dismantling in 2016, and nearly $3K spent in fees and postage sending out portfolio packs, and just under 350 applications sent, over 35% of which were for ANY job, from garbage man to mass market retailer stocker to janitorial to . . . whatever 'might' even consider me . . . I 'start' a job on Monday, tomorrow, at a major retailer . . . at 22 hours a week, $8 an hour, . . . . 'after taxes', roughly $160 a week . . . (as I told my stepdaughter, in 1979, I worked at a little country grocery store, 17 years of age, Jr. in HS, evenings and half Saturday, . . . and made THEN $180 a week) . . . .and even with this 'opportunity', the vehicle I have is gonna 'drink' about 45% of THAT per week, to get TO it to make . . . . and STILL, the woman I came here to RESCUE, she and her daughter, 3 years ago, assuring her I'd 'surely find professional employment' HERE, as much as the area has grown, etc. . . . is going to STILL have to apply for EBT the first of the month . . . I've NEVER been on state subsistence in my life, of ANY kind, and now, I've a family, and THIS is what I could come up with . . . so 'Yeah!' . . . '19 is shaping up yeah?!