Tom Petty got it damn right when he penned that lyric. Since getting the news that I am being "downsized" from the Navy along with sever hundred other Officers. I have been furiously potting out resumes to all manner of jobs. "Career transition" as they now call getting shit canned, sucks in every way shape and form.
It has been two and 1/2 weeks and nearly 200 resumes since getting the bad news. So far, nothing has moved in the right direction for me. I have extensive qualifications and experience. Thirteen long years of honorable military service in three "wars", Afghanistan 2006-7, Iraq 2008, and Counter Drug Operations in South America in 2001. I performed the functions of a logistics expert in the most austere and extreme of environments. Led troops in such places as Kabul Afghanistan and Port Au Prince Haiti. Does any of this count?
You would think with all that and a good work ethic. I should be good to go. I should have offers pouring in, right? I have not even gotten rejection letters. Perhaps my sense of panic is premature. i have no way of knowing.
I fear the now cliche labels "Homeless Vet" or "Jobless Veteran" are hanging over me like the sword of Damocles and the rope is starting to break. I feel the Atlas like pressure to wallpaper the DC area with my resume.
I do not want to end up like so many others. Perhaps we will see a repeat of the Bonus Army march on Washington in 1932. Will this administration use the military against us like they did then?
One advantage I have is a very supporting wife and great friends who are elping me find contacts and opportunities. It will work out. I just cannot see it yet.