Growing up in Houston suburbs, my first real job was in Oct. 1981 when I worked at a department store for the Christmas season and was kept on through March. I was unable to find another job.
A good friend of mine graduated from high school in June 1982, was unable to find a good job, he did work cooking in a restaurant, and joined the U.S. Navy where he served honorably.
And yet, no older adult told us jack shit.
No one said, actually we’re in a recession, this is not a normal economy. Or . . . it’s always been a numbers game, now more than ever, by all means, keep trying, don’t blame yourself, don’t get down on yourself because of the economy.