Not that anything about this will ever be that simple, work won't love any of us back, and all that kind of stuff, right? Also, ableists, not that you want to help me out, but you *could* pick a lane instead of trying to make us count angels on a pin between, say "Get A Job, You Lazy Fraud!1", "DEI is Bad." "You Are Too Gross To be Seen In Public." Also, if you want us to work, stop carrying your bosses' water in vilifying working at home. It is the best option for many of us.
A lot of online commenters act like just our deciding to get a job is the deciding factor in whether we get one or not. This is news to me, and it would definitely be news to my eager, earnest recent-graduate self still trying to stay high on the fumes of the ADA becoming law after about fifteen years or something like that--a task at least as hard as putting on those "professional" thigh-highs.
I was not, you know, a perfect fit for any of the jobs I went on so I can't say with perfect assurance that I was discriminated against. It wasn't a matter of fitting back into some old field that I could adapt physically. I was young and inexperienced...people saw me, more than my work.(Even though that woman feels like a different person from me now, from time to time I still think 'Check it out, I wouldn't have to use my mother as a reference,"(I wasn't a perfect fit, but I still think I could have done all right doing some of them. I have to say that one more time, even though I'm not secretly yearning to help rich people set up foundations to shield their money from taxes these days. It doesn't even hurt anymore, but somebody does have to take a chance on you, not just decide it would look bad to turn you away.)
The contrast between what people thought about my actual being and even that pup's resume is one of the painful things that I think about when I can't sleep at three AM. And, no, having a hiring manager look you full in your eyes and tell you your responding to an ad is "One of the bravest things you've ever seen," didn't inspire confidence that we'd be yucking it up in the breakroom later. Nobody wants to share space with that person. And at least, I got to meet people, not get ruled out by a computer and a big old pile of keywords that aren't gonna match my experience. it is probably even harder now.
I'll have you know, I sold the *shit* out of the Bic in that interview...other people watched me. I wish I could have taped it and sent it to Bic.com. Maybe I'd be blogging about my writing around my life in office supplies.(Not really, probably but I can spend a lot more time than most women my age imagining alternate timelines for myself--it is the most fun part of having a life that almost happened. Because it *could have* right?)
I stopped looking because people wanted too much availability from a body that is only predictable on a part-time basis and because a job that I could physically manage and that fits around my benefits...at least in the private sector was revealed to be kind of a cozy fiction.